"Pray don't do it, sir." "Tell us your name!" said the man.

"Quick!" "Pip, sir." "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.