"Great Expectations"
by Charles Dickens

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     "What's the matter now?" said she, smartly, as she put down her cup.

     "I say, you know!" muttered Joe, shaking his head at me in very serious remonstrance. "Pip, old chap! You'll do yourself a mischief. It'll stick somewhere. You can't have chawed it, Pip."

     "What's the matter now?" repeated my sister, more sharply than before.

     "If you can cough any trifle on it up, Pip, I'd recommend you to do it," said Joe, all aghast. "Manners is manners, but still your elth's your elth."

 

     By this time, my sister was quite desperate, so she pounced on Joe, and, taking him by the two whiskers, knocked his head for a little while against the wall behind him, while I sat in the corner, looking guiltily on.

     "Now, perhaps you'll mention what's the matter," said my sister, out of breath, "you staring great stuck pig."

     Joe looked at her in a helpless way, then took a helpless bite, and looked at me again.

 
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