Great Expectations Chapter 5 Page 29

“I wish to say something respecting this escape. It may prevent some persons laying under suspicion alonger me.”

“You can say what you like,” returned the sergeant, standing coolly looking at him with his arms folded, “but you have no call to say it here.

You'll have opportunity enough to say about it, and hear about it, before it's done with, you know.”

“I know, but this is another pint, a separate matter. A man can't starve; at least I can't. I took some wittles, up at the willage over yonder, — where the church stands a'most out on the marshes.”

“You mean stole,” said the sergeant.