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. / Charles Dickens. Great Expectations

Chapter 1

My fathers family name was Pirrip, [1] and my Christian name was Philip. [2] So, I called myself Pip. [3]

My sister Mrs. Joe Gargery, [4] who married the blacksmith. I never saw my father or my mother. The shape of the letters on my fathers, gave me an odd idea that he was a stout, dark man, with curly black hair.

That day I was at the churchyard. I was very sad and began to cry.

Keep still, [5] you little devil! cried a terrible voice, and a man stood up among the graves, or Ill cut your throat!

A fearful man with a great chain on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head.

Oh! Dont cut my throat, sir, I pleaded in terror. Pray dont do it, sir.

Tell me your name! said the man. Quick!

Pip. Pip, sir.

Show me where you live, said the man.

I pointed to where our village lay, a mile or more from the church.

Now look here! said the man. Wheres your mother?

There, sir! said I. She lies there.

Oh! said he. And is that your father with your mother?

Yes, sir, said I; him too.

Ha! he muttered then. Who do you live with?

My sister, sir Mrs. Joe Gargery wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir.

Blacksmith, eh? said he. And looked down at his leg. You know what a file is?

Yes, sir.

And you know what wittles [6] is?

Yes, sir.

So you get me a file. And you get me wittles. Or Ill have your heart and liver out. [7]

I was dreadfully frightened. He held me by the arms, and went on in these fearful terms:

You bring me, tomorrow morning early, that file and the wittles. You will do it, and you will never say a word about me. So you will live. If you do not do this, my friend will take your heart and liver out. A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that man will softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open. [8] Now, what do you say?

I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him some food I could, and I would come to him early in the morning.

Now, he said, you remember what youve promised, and you remember that man, and you get home!

Good night, sir, I faltered and ran away.

Chapter 2

My sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, was more than twenty years older than I, and had established a great reputation with herself and the neighbors because she had brought me up by hand. [9]

She was not a good-looking woman, my sister; and I had a general impression that she must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand. Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with blue eyes. He was a mild, good-natured, sweet-tempered, easy-going, foolish, dear fellow.

Joes forge adjoined our house, which was a wooden house, as many of the dwellings in our country were most of them, at that time. When I ran home from the churchyard, the forge was shut up, and Joe was sitting alone in the kitchen. Joe and I were fellow-sufferers. [10] I raised the latch of the door and peeped in at him, sitting in the chimney corner.

Mrs. Joe has been out a dozen times, looking for you, Pip. And shes out now.

Is she? Has she been gone long, Joe?

Well, said Joe, about five minutes, Pip. Shes a coming! Get behind the door, old chap. [11]

I took the advice. My sister, Mrs. Joe, came in.

Where have you been, you young monkey? said Mrs. Joe, stamping her foot.

I have only been to the churchyard, said I, from my stool, crying and rubbing myself.

Churchyard! repeated my sister. Churchyard, indeed! You may well say churchyard, you two. Youll drive me to the churchyard, one of these days!

She applied herself to set the tea-things. But, though I was hungry, I dared not eat my slice. I felt that I must have something in reserve for my dreadful acquaintance, and his ally the still more dreadful man.

It was Christmas Eve, and I had to stir the pudding for next day, with a copper-stick, from seven to eight. I decided to steal some food afterwards and bring it to my new friend. Suddenly I heard shots.

Hark! said I, when I had done my stirring; was that great guns, Joe?

Ah! said Joe. A convict ran away.

What does that mean, Joe? said I.

Mrs. Joe, who always took explanations upon herself, said, snappishly, Escaped.

I asked Joe, Whats a convict?

There was a convict off last night, [12] said Joe, aloud, after sunset. And they fired warning of him. And now it appears theyre firing warning of another.

Whos firing? said I.

Ask no questions, and youll be told no lies, said my sister.

It was not very polite to herself, I thought. But she never was polite unless there was company.

Mrs. Joe, said I, as a last resort, Please tell me, where the firing comes from?

Lord bless the boy! [13] exclaimed my sister, as if she didnt quite mean that but rather the contrary. From the Hulks!

Oh-h! said I, looking at Joe. Hulks!

And please, whats Hulks? said I.

Hulks are prison-ships! [14] exclaimed my sister.

It was too much for Mrs. Joe, who immediately rose. I tell you what, young fellow, said she, People are put in the Hulks because they murder, and because they rob, and forge, and do all sorts of bad things.

I was in mortal terror of the man who wanted my heart and liver; I was in mortal terror of the iron leg; I was in mortal terror of myself, from whom an awful promise had been extracted.

In the early morning I got up and went downstairs; every board upon the way, and every crack in every board calling after me, Stop thief! and Get up, Mrs. Joe! I stole some bread, some cheese, about half a jar of mincemeat, some brandy from a bottle, a meat bone and a beautiful round compact pork pie.

There was a door in the kitchen, communicating with the forge; I unlocked that door, and got a file from among Joes tools. Then I opened the door at which I had entered when I ran home last night, shut it, and ran for the misty marshes.

Chapter 3

It was a rainy morning, and very damp. The mist was heavier yet when I got out upon the marshes, so that instead of my running at everything, everything seemed to run at me. The gates and dikes and banks cried as plainly as could be, A boy with Somebodys elses pork pie! Stop him! The cattle came upon me, staring out of their eyes, and steaming out of their nostrils, Halloa, young thief!

All this time, I was getting on towards the river. I had just crossed a ditch, and had just scrambled up the mound beyond the ditch, when I saw the man sitting before me. His back was towards me, and he had his arms folded, and was nodding forward, heavy with sleep. But it was not the same man, but another man!

And yet this man was dressed in coarse gray, too, and had a great iron on his leg. All this I saw in a moment, for I had only a moment to see it in: he ran into the mist, stumbling twice as he went, and I lost him.

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