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There’s one thing you may be sure of, Pip,” said Joe, after some rumination, “namely, that lies is lies. Howsever they come, they didn’t ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to the same. Don’t you tell no more of ’em, Pip. That ain’t the way to get out of being common, old chap. And as to being common, I don’t make it out at all clear. You are oncommon in some things. You’re oncommon small. Likewise you’re a oncommon scholar.””No, I am ignorant and backward, Joe.””Why, see what a letter you wrote last night! Wrote in print even! I’ve seen letters––Ah! and from gentlefolks!––that I’ll swear weren’t wrote in print,” said Joe.”I have learnt next to nothing, Joe. You think much of me. It’s only that.””Well, Pip,” said Joe, “be it so or be it son’t, you must be a common scholar afore you can be a oncommon one, I should hope!
