1 "It's bad about here," I told him.
2 We begin to close in upon 'em about dusk.'
3 There being plenty of gravy to-day, Joe spooned into my plate, at this point, about half a pint.
4 With my heart thumping like a blacksmith at Joe's broad shoulder, I looked all about for any sign of the convicts.
5 We never should have got leave to go, I am sure, but for Mrs. Joe's curiosity to know all about it and how it ended.
6 Well," said Joe, glancing up at the Dutch clock, "she's been on the Ram-page, this last spell, about five minutes, Pip.
7 He held me by the collar and stared at me so, that I began to think his first idea about cutting my throat had revived.
8 It's not much to be particular about," said the sergeant; "it'll do you small good, my man, being in the same plight yourself.
9 He turned it about in his mouth much longer than usual, pondering over it a good deal, and after all gulped it down like a pill.
10 And he was so very free of the wine that he even called for the other bottle, and handed that about with the same liberality, when the first was gone.
11 At the best of times, so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that I was conscious of going about, smelling like a new fence.
12 After that, he sat feeling his right-side flaxen curls and whisker, and following Mrs. Joe about with his blue eyes, as his manner always was at squally times.
13 He was about to take another bite, and had just got his head on one side for a good purchase on it, when his eye fell on me, and he saw that my bread and butter was gone.
14 As I watched them while they all stood clustering about the forge, enjoying themselves so much, I thought what terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive friend on the marshes was.
15 I noticed that Mr. Pumblechook in his hospitality appeared to forget that he had made a present of the wine, but took the bottle from Mrs. Joe and had all the credit of handing it about in a gush of joviality.
16 And then they stood about, as soldiers do; now, with their hands loosely clasped before them; now, resting a knee or a shoulder; now, easing a belt or a pouch; now, opening the door to spit stiffly over their high stocks, out into the yard.
17 The other, with an effort at a scornful smile, which could not, however, collect the nervous working of his mouth into any set expression, looked at the soldiers, and looked about at the marshes and at the sky, but certainly did not look at the speaker.
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