Magwitch had come back under sentence of death, and if he were taken he would hang. Herbert and I hid him by the river and made a plan to row him down to a steamer bound for Hamburg. I learned, piece by piece, whose child Estella was: Magwitch's daughter, given away as a baby, and reared by Miss Havisham to break hearts. Miss Havisham asked my forgiveness at last and got it, and a week later her old dress caught the fire and she died of the burns. On a clear March morning we pulled out into the tide with the old man wrapped in a boat cloak, and for four hours he was happy. Then a galley came alongside with Compeyson in it, the man who had ruined him twice. The two went into the water together, and only one came up. Magwitch was carried to the prison infirmary with a broken chest.