What does he say, with that look of his? Ah, only makes a sign
to the sign and bows himself; there is a sun on the coin--
fire worshipper, depend upon it. Ho! more and more. This way comes Pip--
poor boy! would he had died, or I; he's half horrible to me.
He too has been watching all of these interpreters myself included--
and look now, he comes to read, with that unearthly idiot face.
Stand away again and hear him. Hark!"
"I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look."
"Upon my soul, he's been studying Murray's Grammar! Improving his mind,
poor fellow! But what's that he says now--hist!"
"I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look."
"Why, he's getting it by heart--hist! again."
"I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look."
"Well, that's funny."
"And I, you, and he; and we, ye, and they, are all bats;
and I'm a crow, especially when I stand a'top of this pine
tree here. Caw! caw! caw! caw! caw! caw! Ain't I a crow?
And where's the scare-crow? There he stands; two bones stuck
into a pair of old trowsers, and two more poked into the sleeves
of an old jacket."
"Wonder if he means me?--complimentary--poor lad!--I could go
hang myself.
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