What I was chained to, and how heavily, became intelligible to me, as I heard his hoarse voice, and sat looking up at his furrowed bald head with its iron gray hair at the sides.
"I mustn't see my gentleman a footing it in the mire of the streets; there mustn't be no mud on his boots.

My gentleman must have horses, Pip! Horses to ride, and horses to drive, and horses for his servant to ride and drive as well.

Shall colonists have their horses (and blood 'uns, if you please, good Lord!) and not my London gentleman?
No, no.
We'll show 'em another pair of shoes than that, Pip; won't us ?" He took out of his pocket a great thick pocket-book, bursting with papers, and tossed it on the table.
"There's something worth spending in that there book, dear boy.

It's yourn.

All I've got ain't mine; it's yourn.