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.