Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 53 Page 13

Estella's father would believe I had deserted him, would be taken, would die accusing me; even Herbert would doubt me, when he compared the letter I had left for him with the fact that I had called at Miss Havisham's gate for only a moment; Joe and Biddy would never know how sorry I had been that night, none would ever know what I had suffered, how true I had meant to be, what an agony I had passed through. The death close before me was terrible, but far more terrible than death was the dread of being misremembered after death. And so quick were my thoughts, that I saw myself despised by unborn generations, — Estella's children, and their children, — while the wretch's words were yet on his lips.

“Now, wolf,” said he, “afore I kill you like any other beast, — which is wot I mean to do