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Great Expectations is the thirteenth novel by Charles Dickens and his penultimate completed novel; a bildungsroman that depicts the personal growth and personal development of an orphan nicknamed Pip. It is Dickens's second novel, after David Copperfield, to be fully narrated in the first person.
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GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
it was Christmas Eve and I was alone in the nettled churchyard visiting the graves of my parents and their five infant children when a terrible man with a great iron on his leg leapt out in front of me.
"Hold your noise, you little devil," he cried, "or I will slit your throat. What's yer name?"
"Philip Pirrip, sir. But everyone calls me Pip."
"Well, Pip. I want you to bring me some victuals and a file. And tell no one."
I crept home slowly, fearful of what lay ahead. Since my parents had died I had been brought up by my sister, Mrs Gargery, who was as fearsome as her husband, Joe, the blacksmith, was simple. Many was the time I had felt the Tickler in her hand. Yet that night I could not help myself stealing a pork pie from the kitchen and a file from the forge.
You're a good boy, Pip," said the stranger in the churchyard.
Time moved slowly on Christmas Day, as I was afeared my sister would discover the pork pie was missing. Then a cannon shot rang out.
"Meantersay there be a second convict escaped from the Hulks out on the marshes," said Joe in his Kentish dialect. "We must help the Constables track 'em down."
We went out into the darkness and espied a badly beaten convict hobbling off into the night. Then we found the man whom I had helped. "I want you all to know," said the convict, looking me straight in the eyes, "that it was me who stole the pork pie and the file."
So relieved was I to be let off the hook that it never occurred to me to wonder how a prisoner could have swum away from the hulk while wearing a leg iron. Luckily it didn't seem to have occurred to anyone else either, and when, a few years later, I was paid to play at Satis House it was all soon forgotten.
Miss Havisham was a fearful sight, a woman who had not seen the light of day for many years, and I was terrible in awe of her when she commanded me to play with her adopted daughter, Estella. "You are a very common boy," Estella said, "and I shall tease you and break your heart."
it was Christmas Eve and I was alone in the nettled churchyard visiting the graves of my parents and their five infant children when a terrible man with a great iron on his leg leapt out in front of me.
"Hold your noise, you little devil," he cried, "or I will slit your throat. What's yer name?"
"Philip Pirrip, sir. But everyone calls me Pip."
"Well, Pip. I want you to bring me some victuals and a file. And tell no one."
I crept home slowly, fearful of what lay ahead. Since my parents had died I had been brought up by my sister, Mrs Gargery, who was as fearsome as her husband, Joe, the blacksmith, was simple. Many was the time I had felt the Tickler in her hand. Yet that night I could not help myself stealing a pork pie from the kitchen and a file from the forge.
You're a good boy, Pip," said the stranger in the churchyard.
Time moved slowly on Christmas Day, as I was afeared my sister would discover the pork pie was missing. Then a cannon shot rang out.
"Meantersay there be a second convict escaped from the Hulks out on the marshes," said Joe in his Kentish dialect. "We must help the Constables track 'em down."
We went out into the darkness and espied a badly beaten convict hobbling off into the night. Then we found the man whom I had helped. "I want you all to know," said the convict, looking me straight in the eyes, "that it was me who stole the pork pie and the file."
So relieved was I to be let off the hook that it never occurred to me to wonder how a prisoner could have swum away from the hulk while wearing a leg iron. Luckily it didn't seem to have occurred to anyone else either, and when, a few years later, I was paid to play at Satis House it was all soon forgotten.
Miss Havisham was a fearful sight, a woman who had not seen the light of day for many years, and I was terrible in awe of her when she commanded me to play with her adopted daughter, Estella. "You are a very common boy," Estella said, "and I shall tease you and break your heart."
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