Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 3 Page 6

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 seen my bundle. He did not turn me upside down this time to get at what I had, but left me right side upwards while I opened the bundle and emptied my pockets.

“What's in the bottle, boy?” said he.

“Brandy,” said I.

He was already handing mincemeat down his throat in the most curious manner, — more like a man who was putting it away somewhere in a violent hurry, than a 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