"Great Expectations"
by Charles Dickens

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     My convict never looked at me, except that once. While we stood in the hut, he stood before the fire looking thoughtfully at it, or putting up his feet by turns upon the hob, and looking thoughtfully at them as if he pitied them for their recent adventures. Suddenly, he turned to the sergeant, and remarked,--

     "I wish to say something respecting this escape. It may prevent some persons laying under suspicion alonger me."


     "You can say what you like," returned the sergeant, standing coolly looking at him with his arms folded, "but you have no call to say it here. You'll have opportunity enough to say about it, and hear about it, before it's done with, you know."

     "I know, but this is another pint, a separate matter. A man can't starve; at least I can't. I took some wittles, up at the willage over yonder,--where the church stands a'most out on the marshes."

     "You mean stole," said the sergeant.

     "And I'll tell you where from. From the blacksmith's."

     "Halloa!" said the sergeant, staring at Joe.

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