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Great Expectations

ChapterIII
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But he was down on the rank wet grass, filing at his iron like a madman, and not minding me or minding his own leg, which had an old chafe upon it and was bloody, but which he handled as roughly as if it had no more feeling in it than the file.

I was very much afraid of him again, now that he had worked himself into this fierce hurry, and I was likewise very much afraid of keeping away from home any longer.

I told him I must go, but he took no notice, so I thought the best thing I could do was to slip off.

The last I saw of him, his head was bent over his knee and he was working hard at his fetter, muttering impatient imprecations at it and at his leg.

The last I heard of him, I stopped in the mist to listen, and the file was still going..


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