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Page 46 - Much of my unassisted self, and more by the help of Biddy than of Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt, I struggled through the alphabet as if it had been a bramble-bush, getting considerably worried and scratched by every letter. After that, I fell among those thieves, the nine figures, who seemed every evening to do something new to disguise themselves and baffle recognition. But, at last I began, in a purblind groping way, to read, write, and cipher on the very smallest scale.
Page 3 - The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself — for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet — when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread ravenously. " You young dog," said the man, licking his lips,
Page 168 - Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before — more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle. If I had cried before, I should have had Joe with me then.
Page 1 - MY father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
Page 52 - ... door to listen for the chaise-cart. It was a dry cold night, and the wind blew keenly, and the frost was white and hard. A man would die to-night of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude. -" Here comes the mare," said Joe, " ringing like a peal of bells!
Page 341 - I'm making a better gentleman nor ever j/ow'll be !' When one of 'em says to another, ' He was a convict, a few years ago, and is a ignorant common fellow now, for all he's lucky,' what do I say ? I says to myself, ' If I ain'ta gentleman, nor yet ain't got no learning, I'm the owner of such. All on you owns stock and land ; which on you owns a brought-up London gentleman?
Page 2 - I'll cut your throat!" A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head, as he seized me by the chin. "Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir,
Page 269 - Whenever that undecided Prince had to ask a question or state a doubt, the public helped him out with it. As for example; on the question whether 'twas nobler in the mind to suffer, some roared yes, and some no, and some inclining to both opinions said 'toss up for it'; and quite a Debating Society arose.
Page 3 - him too ; late of this parish." " Ha !" he muttered then, considering. " Who d'ye live with — supposin' yon're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about ?" " My sister, sir — Mrs. Joe Gargery — wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir.
Page 13 - 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.