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And as history shows, the very best time to consider riskier investments is precisely when рrісеs are lowest and mainstream headlines are most negative. At the very least, it’s worth getting the full story and then making your own informed decision... [So, just сlісk hеrе to watch the full presentation while аll the recommendations at the end are still valid.]( Best, Kenny Polcari Editor, Wealth & Wisdom Weiss Ratings My convict looked at me, except that once. While we stood in the hut, he stood before the fire looking thoughtfully at it, or putting up his feet by turns upon the hob, and looking thoughtfully at them as if he pitied them for their recent adventures. Suddenly, he turned to the sergeant, and remarked,— 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 c to say it . You’ll have enough to say about it, and hear about it, before it’s done with, you k. I k, but this is another pint, a sepa matter. A man can’t starve; at least I can’t. I took some wittles, up at the willage over yonder,—w the church stands a’most out on the marshes. You mean stole, said the sergeant. And I’ll tell you w from. From the blacksmith’s. Hoa! said the sergeant, staring at Joe. Hoa, Pip! said Joe, staring at me. It was some broken wittles—that’s what it was—and a dram of liquor, and a pie. Have you happened to miss such an article as a pie, blacksmith? asked the sergeant, confidentiy. My did, at the very moment when you came in. Don’t you k, Pip? So, said my convict, turning his eyes on Joe in a moody manner, and without the least glance at me,—so you’re the blacksmith, are you? Than I’m sorry to say, I’ve eat your pie. God ks you’re welcome to it,—so far as it was ever mine, returned Joe, with a saving remembrance of Mrs. Joe. We don’t k what you have done, but we wouldn’t have you starved to death for it, poor miserable fellow-creatur.—Would us, Pip? The something that I had noticed before, clicked in the man’s throat again, and he turned his back. The boat had returned, and his guard were ready, so we followed him to the landing-place made of rough stakes and stones, and saw him put into the boat, which was rowed by a crew of convicts like himself. No one seemed surprised to see him, or interested in seeing him, or glad to see him, or sorry to see him, or spoke a word, except that somebody in the boat growled as if to dogs, Give way, you! which was the signal for the dip of the oars. By the light of the torches, we saw the black Hulk lying out a little way from the mud of the shore, like a wicked Noah’s ark. Cribbed and barred and moored by massive rusty chains, the prison-ship seemed in my young eyes to be ironed like the prisoners. We saw the boat go alongside, and we saw him taken up the side and disappear. Then, the ends of the torches were flung hissing into the water, and went out, as if it were over with him. My state of mind the pilfering from which I had been so unexpectedly exoned did not impel me to frank disclosure; but I hope it had some dregs of good at the bottom of it. I do not rec that I felt any tenderness of conscience in reference to Mrs. Joe, when the fear of being found out was lifted me. But I loved Joe,—perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him,—and, as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed. It was much upon my mind (particularly when I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought to tell Joe the whole truth. Yet I did not, and for the reason that I mistrusted that if I did, he would think me worse than I was. The fear of losing Joe’s confidence, and of thenceforth sitting in the chimney corner at night staring drearily at my forever lost companion and , tied up my tongue. I morbidly represented to myself that if Joe k it, I afterwards could see him at the fireside feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was meditating on it. That, if Joe k it, I afterwards could see him glance, however casuy, at yesterday’s meat or pudding when it came on to-day’s table, without thinking that he was debating whether I had been in the pantry. That, if Joe k it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic remarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face. In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I k to be right, as I had been too cowardly to doing what I k to be wrong. I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of its many inhabitants who in this manner. Quite an untaught genius, I made the discovery of the line of for myself. As I was sleepy before we were far away from the prison-ship, Joe took me on his back again and carried me . He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr. Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such a very bad temper that if the Church had been thrown , he would probably have excommunicated the whole expedition, beginning with Joe and myself. In his lay capacity, he persisted in sitting down in the damp to such an insane extent, that when his coat was taken to be dried at the kitchen fire, the circumstantial evidence on his trousers would have hanged him, if it had been a capital ence. By that time, I was staggering on the kitchen floor like a little drunkard, through having been ly set upon my feet, and through having been asleep, and through waking in the heat and lights and noise of tongues. As I came to myself (with the aid of a heavy thump between the shoulders, and the restorative exclamation Yah! Was t ever such a boy as this! from my sister,) I found Joe telling them about the convict’s confession, and the visitors suggesting different ways by which he had got into the pantry. Mr. Pumblechook made out, after carefully surveying the premises, that he had first got upon the roof of the forge, and had then got upon the roof of the house, and had then let himself down the kitchen chimney by a rope made of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr. Pumblechook was very positive and drove his own chaise-cart—over everybody—it was agreed that it must be so. Mr. Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out, No! with the feeble malice of a tired man; but, as he had no theory, and no coat on, he was unanimously set at naught,—not to mention his smoking hard behind, as he stood with his back to the kitchen fire to draw the damp out: which was not calculated to inspire confidence. This was I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a slumberous ence to the company’s eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, as I have described it, began before I was up in the morning, and lasted long after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned saving on exceptional occasions. 11780 US Highway 1, Palm Beach Gardens, FL 33408-3080 Would you like to [edit your e-mail notification preferences or unsubscribe]( from Weiss mailing list? Copyright © 2023 Weiss Ratings. All rights reserved. [Small logotype (EMA)]( ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media Group. ІMG appreciates your comments and inquiries. Please keep in mind, that Inception Media Group are not permitted to provide іndivіdualіzed financial advіse. 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