1 There was nothing in them but a piece of bread.
2 I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside.
3 I looked all round for the horrible young man, and could see no signs of him.
4 When I saw him turning, I set my face towards home, and made the best use of my legs.
5 I am a keeping that young man from harming of you at the present moment, with great difficulty.
6 Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea.
7 That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver.
8 After each question he tilted me over a little more, so as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and danger.
9 The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair.
10 My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening.
11 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.
12 From the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.
13 I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to him at the Battery, early in the morning.
14 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.
15 Having at that time to find out for myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought up by hand.
16 The marshes were just a long black horizontal line then, as I stopped to look after him; and the river was just another horizontal line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black; and the sky was just a row of long angry red lines and dense black lines intermixed.
17 As I saw him go, picking his way among the nettles, and among the brambles that bound the green mounds, he looked in my young eyes as if he were eluding the hands of the dead people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves, to get a twist upon his ankle and pull him in.
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