1 I half expected to see him drop down before my face and die of deadly cold.
2 "He had a badly bruised face," said I, recalling what I hardly knew I knew.
3 When I saw him turning, I set my face towards home, and made the best use of my legs.
4 Consequently, I said as little as I could, and had my face shoved against the kitchen wall.
5 As he looked at the fire, I thought I saw a cunning expression, followed by a half-laugh, come into his face.
6 Saving for the one weird smile at first, I should have felt almost sure that Miss Havisham's face could not smile.
7 But if he had looked at me for an hour or for a day, I could not have remembered his face ever afterwards, as having been more attentive.
8 The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be bruised and torn all over.
9 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.
10 Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites.
11 I got rid of my injured feelings for the time by kicking them into the brewery wall, and twisting them out of my hair, and then I smoothed my face with my sleeve, and came from behind the gate.
12 That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life remarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected Tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face.
13 But when she was gone, I looked about me for a place to hide my face in, and got behind one of the gates in the brewery-lane, and leaned my sleeve against the wall there, and leaned my forehead on it and cried.
14 And I soon found myself getting heavily bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the small of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved against the kitchen wall, because I did not answer those questions at sufficient length.
15 And yet this man was dressed in coarse gray, too, and had a great iron on his leg, and was lame, and hoarse, and cold, and was everything that the other man was; except that he had not the same face, and had a flat broad-brimmed low-crowned felt hat on.
16 With that, she pounced upon me, like an eagle on a lamb, and my face was squeezed into wooden bowls in sinks, and my head was put under taps of water-butts, and I was soaped, and kneaded, and towelled, and thumped, and harrowed, and rasped, until I really was quite beside myself.
17 A figure all in yellow white, with but one shoe to the feet; and it hung so, that I could see that the faded trimmings of the dress were like earthy paper, and that the face was Miss Havisham's, with a movement going over the whole countenance as if she were trying to call to me.
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