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And
he
stirred
it
and
he
tasted
it
;
not
with
a
spoon
that
was
brought
to
him
,
but
with
a
file
.
He
did
this
so
that
nobody
but
I
saw
the
file
;
and
when
he
had
done
it
he
wiped
the
file
and
put
it
in
a
breast
-
pocket
.
I
knew
it
to
be
Joe
’
s
file
,
and
I
knew
that
he
knew
my
convict
,
the
moment
I
saw
the
instrument
.
I
sat
gazing
at
him
,
spell
-
bound
.
But
he
now
reclined
on
his
settle
,
taking
very
little
notice
of
me
,
and
talking
principally
about
turnips
.
There
was
a
delicious
sense
of
cleaning
-
up
and
making
a
quiet
pause
before
going
on
in
life
afresh
,
in
our
village
on
Saturday
nights
,
which
stimulated
Joe
to
dare
to
stay
out
half
an
hour
longer
on
Saturdays
than
at
other
times
.
The
half
-
hour
and
the
rum
and
water
running
out
together
,
Joe
got
up
to
go
,
and
took
me
by
the
hand
.
"
Stop
half
a
moment
,
Mr
.
Gargery
,
"
said
the
strange
man
.
"
I
think
I
’
ve
got
a
bright
new
shilling
somewhere
in
my
pocket
,
and
if
I
have
,
the
boy
shall
have
it
.
"
He
looked
it
out
from
a
handful
of
small
change
,
folded
it
in
some
crumpled
paper
,
and
gave
it
to
me
.
"
Yours
!
"
said
he
.
"
Mind
!
Your
own
.
"
I
thanked
him
,
staring
at
him
far
beyond
the
bounds
of
good
manners
,
and
holding
tight
to
Joe
.
He
gave
Joe
good
-
night
,
and
he
gave
Mr
.
Wopsle
good
-
night
(
who
went
out
with
us
)
,
and
he
gave
me
only
a
look
with
his
aiming
eye
—
no
,
not
a
look
,
for
he
shut
it
up
,
but
wonders
may
be
done
with
an
eye
by
hiding
it
.
On
the
way
home
,
if
I
had
been
in
a
humor
for
talking
,
the
talk
must
have
been
all
on
my
side
,
for
Mr
.
Wopsle
parted
from
us
at
the
door
of
the
Jolly
Bargemen
,
and
Joe
went
all
the
way
home
with
his
mouth
wide
open
,
to
rinse
the
rum
out
with
as
much
air
as
possible
.
But
I
was
in
a
manner
stupefied
by
this
turning
up
of
my
old
misdeed
and
old
acquaintance
,
and
could
think
of
nothing
else
.
My
sister
was
not
in
a
very
bad
temper
when
we
presented
ourselves
in
the
kitchen
,
and
Joe
was
encouraged
by
that
unusual
circumstance
to
tell
her
about
the
bright
shilling
.
"
A
bad
un
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Joe
triumphantly
,
"
or
he
wouldn
’
t
have
given
it
to
the
boy
!
Let
’
s
look
at
it
.
"
I
took
it
out
of
the
paper
,
and
it
proved
to
be
a
good
one
.
"
But
what
’
s
this
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Joe
,
throwing
down
the
shilling
and
catching
up
the
paper
.
"
Two
One
–
Pound
notes
?
"
Nothing
less
than
two
fat
sweltering
one
-
pound
notes
that
seemed
to
have
been
on
terms
of
the
warmest
intimacy
with
all
the
cattle
–
markets
in
the
county
.
Joe
caught
up
his
hat
again
,
and
ran
with
them
to
the
Jolly
Bargemen
to
restore
them
to
their
owner
.
While
he
was
gone
,
I
sat
down
on
my
usual
stool
and
looked
vacantly
at
my
sister
,
feeling
pretty
sure
that
the
man
would
not
be
there
.
