more on 'em, Pip, and live well and die happy.”
“You are not angry with me, Joe?”
“No, old chap.
But bearing in mind that them were which I meantersay of a stunning and outdacious sort, — alluding to them which bordered on weal-cutlets and dog-fighting, — a sincere well-wisher would adwise, Pip, their being dropped into your meditations, when you go upstairs to bed. That's all, old chap, and don't never do it no more.”
When I got up to my little room and said my prayers, I did not forget Joe's recommendation, and yet my young mind was in that disturbed and unthankful state, that I thought long after I laid me down, how common Estella would consider