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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。
  End