“It's a terrible thing, Joe; it ain't true.”
“What are you telling of, Pip?” cried Joe, falling back in the greatest amazement. “You don't mean to say it's — ”
“Yes I do; it's lies, Joe.”
“But not all of it? Why sure you don't mean to say, Pip, that there was no black welwet co — eh?” For, I stood shaking my head. “But at least there was dogs, Pip?
Come, Pip,” said Joe, persuasively, “if there warn't no weal-cutlets, at least there was dogs?”