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Great Expectations

In short, I was always full of fears for the rash man who
was in hiding. Herbert had sometimes said to me that he
found it pleasant to stand at one of our windows after
dark, when the tide was running down, and to think that

it was flowing, with everything it bore, towards Clara. But
I thought with dread that it was flowing towards
Magwitch, and that any black mark on its surface might be
his pursuers, going swiftly, silently, and surely, to take
him.

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