1 When I ran home from the churchyard, the forge was shut up, and Joe was sitting alone in the kitchen.
2 People are put in the Hulks because they murder, and because they rob, and forge, and do all sorts of bad; and they always begin by asking questions.
3 There was a door in the kitchen, communicating with the forge; I unlocked and unbolted that door, and got a file from among Joe's tools.
4 Joe had got his coat and waistcoat and cravat off, and his leather apron on, and passed into the forge.
5 As I watched them while they all stood clustering about the forge, enjoying themselves so much, I thought what terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive friend on the marshes was.
6 After Mr. Pumblechook had driven off, and when my sister was washing up, I stole into the forge to Joe, and remained by him until he had done for the night.
7 There was a song Joe used to hum fragments of at the forge, of which the burden was Old Clem.
8 But he was often talked at, while they were in progress, by reason of Mrs. Joe's perceiving that he was not favorable to my being taken from the forge.
9 Once, it had seemed to me that when I should at last roll up my shirt-sleeves and go into the forge, Joe's 'prentice, I should be distinguished and happy.'
10 No; because when I come in from the forge of a night, any one can see me turning to at it.
11 He had been out early with the chaise-cart, and had called at the forge and heard the news.
12 I'm wrong out of the forge, the kitchen, or off th meshes.
13 You won't find half so much fault in me if you think of me in my forge dress, with my hammer in my hand, or even my pipe.
14 Many a time of an evening, when I sat alone looking at the fire, I thought, after all there was no fire like the forge fire and the kitchen fire at home.
15 I went down early in the morning, and alighted at the Blue Boar in good time to walk over to the forge.