Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 52 Page 15

struck at so keenly, for my thanklessness to Joe, as through the brazen impostor Pumblechook.

The falser he, the truer Joe; the meaner he, the nobler Joe.

My heart was deeply and most deservedly humbled as I mused over the fire for an hour or more. The striking of the clock aroused me, but not from my dejection or remorse, and I got up and had my coat fastened round my neck, and went out. I had previously sought in my pockets for the letter, that I might refer to it again; but I could not find it, and was uneasy to think that it must have been dropped in the straw of the coach. I knew very well, however, that the appointed place was the little sluice-house by the limekiln on the marshes, and the hour nine.

Towards the marshes I now went straight, having no time to spare.