I've been locked up as much as a silver tea-kittle.

I've been carted here and carted there, and put out of this town, and put out of that town, and stuck in the stocks, and whipped and worried and drove.

I've no more notion where I was born than you have--if so much.

I first become aware of myself down in Essex, a thieving turnips for my living.

Summun had run away from me--a man--a tinker--and he'd took the fire with him, and left me wery cold.
"I know'd my name to be Magwitch, chrisen'd Abel.