She's lifting me up.

Keep me down!' Then he lifted himself up hard, and was dead.
"Compeyson took it easy as a good riddance for both sides.

Him and me was soon busy, and first he swore me (being ever artful) on my own book,--this here little black book, dear boy, what I swore your comrade on.
"Not to go into the things that Compeyson planned, and I done--which 'ud take a week--I'll simply say to you, dear boy, and Pip's comrade, that that man got me into such nets as made me his black slave.

I was always in debt to him, always under his thumb, always a working, always a getting into danger.

He was younger than me, but he'd got craft, and he'd got learning, and he overmatched me five hundred times told and no mercy.