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"
Once
more
,
"
said
the
man
,
staring
at
me
.
"
Give
it
mouth
!
"
"
Pip
.
Pip
,
sir
.
"
"
Show
us
where
you
live
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
Pint
out
the
place
!
"
I
pointed
to
where
our
village
lay
,
on
the
flat
in
-
shore
among
the
alder
-
trees
and
pollards
,
a
mile
or
more
from
the
church
.
The
man
,
after
looking
at
me
for
a
moment
,
turned
me
upside
down
,
and
emptied
my
pockets
.
There
was
nothing
in
them
but
a
piece
of
bread
.
When
the
church
came
to
itself
—
for
he
was
so
sudden
and
strong
that
he
made
it
go
head
over
heels
before
me
,
and
I
saw
the
steeple
under
my
feet
—
when
the
church
came
to
itself
,
I
say
,
I
was
seated
on
a
high
tombstone
,
trembling
while
he
ate
the
bread
ravenously
.
"
You
young
dog
,
"
said
the
man
,
licking
his
lips
,
"
what
fat
cheeks
you
ha
’
got
.
"
I
believe
they
were
fat
,
though
I
was
at
that
time
undersized
for
my
years
,
and
not
strong
.
"
Darn
me
if
I
couldn
’
t
eat
em
,
"
said
the
man
,
with
a
threatening
shake
of
his
head
,
"
and
if
I
han
’
t
half
a
mind
to
’
t
!
"
I
earnestly
expressed
my
hope
that
he
wouldn
’
t
,
and
held
tighter
to
the
tombstone
on
which
he
had
put
me
;
partly
,
to
keep
myself
upon
it
;
partly
,
to
keep
myself
from
crying
.
"
Now
lookee
here
!
"
said
the
man
.
"
Where
’
s
your
mother
?
"
