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ever。 But he was profoundly silent。 Whether he had forgotten the
art of Polite Conversation in Newgate; or had made a vow in those
troubled times to forego; for a period; the display of his
accomplishments; is matter of uncertainty; but certain it is that
for a whole year he never indulged in any other sound than a grave;
decorous croak。 At the expiration of that term; the morning being
very bright and sunny; he was heard to address himself to the
horses in the stable; upon the subject of the Kettle; so often
mentioned in these pages; and before the witness who overheard him
could run into the house with the intelligence; and add to it upon
his solemn affirmation the statement that he had heard him laugh;
the bird himself advanced with fantastic steps to the very door of
the bar; and there cried; 'I'm a devil; I'm a devil; I'm a devil!'
with extraordinary rapture。
From that period (although he was supposed to be much affected by
the death of Mr Willet senior); he constantly practised and
improved himself in the vulgar tongue; and; as he was a mere infant
for a raven when Barnaby was grey; he has very probably gone on
talking to the present time。
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