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"
So
,
"
said
my
convict
,
turning
his
eyes
on
Joe
in
a
moody
manner
,
and
without
the
least
glance
at
me
—
"
so
you
’
re
the
blacksmith
,
are
you
?
Than
I
’
m
sorry
to
say
,
I
’
ve
eat
your
pie
.
"
"
God
knows
you
’
re
welcome
to
it
—
so
far
as
it
was
ever
mine
,
"
returned
Joe
,
with
a
saving
remembrance
of
Mrs
.
Joe
.
"
We
don
’
t
know
what
you
have
done
,
but
we
wouldn
’
t
have
you
starved
to
death
for
it
,
poor
miserable
fellow
-
creatur
—
Would
us
,
Pip
?
"
The
something
that
I
had
noticed
before
,
clicked
in
the
man
’
s
throat
again
,
and
he
turned
his
back
.
The
boat
had
returned
,
and
his
guard
were
ready
,
so
we
followed
him
to
the
landing
-
place
made
of
rough
stakes
and
stones
,
and
saw
him
put
into
the
boat
,
which
was
rowed
by
a
crew
of
convicts
like
himself
.
No
one
seemed
surprised
to
see
him
,
or
interested
in
seeing
him
,
or
glad
to
see
him
,
or
sorry
to
see
him
,
or
spoke
a
word
,
except
that
somebody
in
the
boat
growled
as
if
to
dogs
,
"
Give
way
,
you
!
"
which
was
the
signal
for
the
dip
of
the
oars
.
By
the
light
of
the
torches
,
we
saw
the
black
Hulk
lying
out
a
little
way
from
the
mud
of
the
shore
,
like
a
wicked
Noah
’
s
ark
.
Cribbed
and
barred
and
moored
by
massive
rusty
chains
,
the
prison
-
ship
seemed
in
my
young
eyes
to
be
ironed
like
the
prisoners
.
We
saw
the
boat
go
alongside
,
and
we
saw
him
taken
up
the
side
and
disappear
.
Then
,
the
ends
of
the
torches
were
flung
hissing
into
the
water
,
and
went
out
,
as
if
it
were
all
over
with
him
.
My
state
of
mind
regarding
the
pilfering
from
which
I
had
been
so
unexpectedly
exonerated
did
not
impel
me
to
frank
disclosure
;
but
I
hope
it
had
some
dregs
of
good
at
the
bottom
of
it
.
I
do
not
recall
that
I
felt
any
tenderness
of
conscience
in
reference
to
Mrs
.
Joe
,
when
the
fear
of
being
found
out
was
lifted
off
me
.
But
I
loved
Joe
—
perhaps
for
no
better
reason
in
those
early
days
than
because
the
dear
fellow
let
me
love
him
—
and
,
as
to
him
,
my
inner
self
was
not
so
easily
composed
.
It
was
much
upon
my
mind
(
particularly
when
I
first
saw
him
looking
about
for
his
file
)
that
I
ought
to
tell
Joe
the
whole
truth
.
Yet
I
did
not
,
and
for
the
reason
that
I
mistrusted
that
if
I
did
,
he
would
think
me
worse
than
I
was
.
The
fear
of
losing
Joe
’
s
confidence
,
and
of
thenceforth
sitting
in
the
chimney
corner
at
night
staring
drearily
at
my
forever
lost
companion
and
friend
,
tied
up
my
tongue
.
I
morbidly
represented
to
myself
that
if
Joe
knew
it
,
I
never
afterwards
could
see
him
at
the
fireside
feeling
his
fair
whisker
,
without
thinking
that
he
was
meditating
on
it
.
That
,
if
Joe
knew
it
,
I
never
afterwards
could
see
him
glance
,
however
casually
,
at
yesterday
’
s
meat
or
pudding
when
it
came
on
to
-
day
’
s
table
,
without
thinking
that
he
was
debating
whether
I
had
been
in
the
pantry
.
That
,
if
Joe
knew
it
,
and
at
any
subsequent
period
of
our
joint
domestic
life
remarked
that
his
beer
was
flat
or
thick
,
the
conviction
that
he
suspected
Tar
in
it
,
would
bring
a
rush
of
blood
to
my
face
.
In
a
word
,
I
was
too
cowardly
to
do
what
I
knew
to
be
right
,
as
I
had
been
too
cowardly
to
avoid
doing
what
I
knew
to
be
wrong
.
I
had
had
no
intercourse
with
the
world
at
that
time
,
and
I
imitated
none
of
its
many
inhabitants
who
act
in
this
manner
.
Quite
an
untaught
genius
,
I
made
the
discovery
of
the
line
of
action
for
myself
.
As
I
was
sleepy
before
we
were
far
away
from
the
prison
-
ship
,
Joe
took
me
on
his
back
again
and
carried
me
home
.
He
must
have
had
a
tiresome
journey
of
it
,
for
Mr
.
Wopsle
,
being
knocked
up
,
was
in
such
a
very
bad
temper
that
if
the
Church
had
been
thrown
open
,
he
would
probably
have
excommunicated
the
whole
expedition
,
beginning
with
Joe
and
myself
.
In
his
lay
capacity
,
he
persisted
in
sitting
down
in
the
damp
to
such
an
insane
extent
,
that
when
his
coat
was
taken
off
to
be
dried
at
the
kitchen
fire
,
the
circumstantial
evidence
on
his
trousers
would
have
hanged
him
,
if
it
had
been
a
capital
offence
.
By
that
time
,
I
was
staggering
on
the
kitchen
floor
like
a
little
drunkard
,
through
having
been
newly
set
upon
my
feet
,
and
through
having
been
fast
asleep
,
and
through
waking
in
the
heat
and
lights
and
noise
of
tongues
.
As
I
came
to
myself
(
with
the
aid
of
a
heavy
thump
between
the
shoulders
,
and
the
restorative
exclamation
"
Yah
!
Was
there
ever
such
a
boy
as
this
!
"
from
my
sister
,
)
I
found
Joe
telling
them
about
the
convict
’
s
confession
,
and
all
the
visitors
suggesting
different
ways
by
which
he
had
got
into
the
pantry
.
Mr
Pumblechook
made
out
,
after
carefully
surveying
the
premises
,
that
he
had
first
got
upon
the
roof
of
the
forge
,
and
had
then
got
upon
the
roof
of
the
house
,
and
had
then
let
himself
down
the
kitchen
chimney
by
a
rope
made
of
his
bedding
cut
into
strips
;
and
as
Mr
.
Pumblechook
was
very
positive
and
drove
his
own
chaise
-
cart
—
over
Everybody
—
it
was
agreed
that
it
must
be
so
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
,
indeed
,
wildly
cried
out
,
"
No
!
"
with
the
feeble
malice
of
a
tired
man
;
but
,
as
he
had
no
theory
,
and
no
coat
on
,
he
was
unanimously
set
at
naught
—
not
to
mention
his
smoking
hard
behind
,
as
he
stood
with
his
back
to
the
kitchen
fire
to
draw
the
damp
out
:
which
was
not
calculated
to
inspire
confidence
.
