1 We passed the finger-post, and held straight on to the churchyard.
2 If it warn't for me you'd have been to the churchyard long ago, and stayed there.
3 "I have only been to the churchyard," said I, from my stool, crying and rubbing myself.
4 When I ran home from the churchyard, the forge was shut up, and Joe was sitting alone in the kitchen.
5 When we came near the churchyard, we had to cross an embankment, and get over a stile near a sluice-gate.
6 At the time when I stood in the churchyard reading the family tombstones, I had just enough learning to be able to spell them out.
7 They came in again without finding anything, and then we struck out on the open marshes, through the gate at the side of the churchyard.
8 But his greatest trials were in the churchyard, which had the appearance of a primeval forest, with a kind of small ecclesiastical wash-house on one side, and a turnpike gate on the other.
9 On this first occasion of his producing it, I recalled how he had made me swear fidelity in the churchyard long ago, and how he had described himself last night as always swearing to his resolutions in his solitude.
10 And I took him down to the churchyard, and set him on a certain tombstone there, and he showed me from that elevation which stone was sacred to the memory of Philip Pirrip, late of this Parish, and Also Georgiana, Wife of the Above.
11 When we had passed the village and the church and the churchyard, and were out on the marshes and began to see the sails of the ships as they sailed on, I began to combine Miss Havisham and Estella with the prospect, in my usual way.
12 For which cogent reason I kept Biddy at a distance during supper, and when I went up to my own old little room, took as stately a leave of her as I could, in my murmuring soul, deem reconcilable with the churchyard and the event of the day.
13 And now the range of marshes lay clear before us, with the sails of the ships on the river growing out of it; and we went into the churchyard, close to the graves of my unknown parents, Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and Also Georgiana, Wife of the Above.
14 I remember that at a later period of my "time," I used to stand about the churchyard on Sunday evenings when night was falling, comparing my own perspective with the windy marsh view, and making out some likeness between them by thinking how flat and low both were, and how on both there came an unknown way and a dark mist and then the sea.