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Identifier: rochestercharles00langrich (find matches)
Title: Charles Dickens and Rochester
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Langton, Robert, 1825-1900
Subjects: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Rochester (Kent, England)
Publisher: London : Chapman & Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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our noise ! cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat! A fearful man all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briers; who limped and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin. The convict makes the frightened boy promise to bring him in the morning a file and some wittles, and then takes himself off, hugging his shuddering body in both his arms, and picking his way among the nettles, and among the brambles that bound the green mounds, as if he were eluding the hands of the dead people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves to get a twist upon his ankle and pull him in. Pip gets the file and the witdes,
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EASTGATE, ROCHESTER, CHARLES DICKENS AND ROCHESTER. 17 and in the morning finds the convict at an old battery on the marshes :— Hugging himself and limping to and fro as if he had never all night left off hugging and limping. He was awfully cold, to be sure. I half expected to see him drop down before my face, and die of deadly cold, His eyes looked so awfully hungry, too, that when I handed him the file, and he laid it down on the grass, it occurred to me he would have tried to eat it if he had not seenmy bundle. What's in the bottle, boy? said he. Brandy, said I. He was already handing mince-meat down his throat in the most curious manner —more like a man who was putting it away somewhere in a violent hurry tha na man who was eating it — but he left off to take some of the liquor. He shivered all the while so violently that it was quite as much as he could do to keep the neck of the bottle between his teeth without biting it off. I think you have got the ague, said I. I'm much of your opinio

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