Great Expectations, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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Sheldon, 1862
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This book is quite slow at times, but ends up being worth it and has some very memorable characters. Essentially a bildungsroman it starts off with a bang with the protagonist conscripted to steal ... Read full review

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”I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes. I saw that the dress had been put ... Read full review

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Page 5 - 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. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
Page 220 - Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried than before — more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle. If I had cried before, I should have had Joe with me then.
Page 7 - Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror. " Pray don't do it, sir." " Tell us your name ! " said the man. " Quick ! " " Pip, sir." " Once more,
Page 305 - My greatest reassurance was, that he was coming to Barnard's Inn, not to Hammersmith, and consequently would not fall in Bentley Drummle's way. I had little objection to his being seen by Herbert or his father, for both of whom I had a respect ; but I had the sharpest sensitiveness as to his being seen by Drummle, whom I held in contempt.
Page 148 - ... and low both were, and how on both there came an unknown way and a dark mist and then the sea. I was quite as .dejected on the first working-day of my apprenticeship as in that after-time ; but I am glad to know that I never breathed a murmur to Joe while my indentures lasted. It is about the only. thing I am glad to. -know- of- myself in that .connection.
Page 187 - You shall well and truly try, and true deliverance make, between our Sovereign Lord the King and the prisoner at the bar, whom you shall have in charge, and a true verdict give, according to the evidence. So help you God.
Page 147 - I had believed in the best parlour as a most elegant saloon; I had believed in the front door as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State, whose solemn opening was attended with a sacrifice of roast fowls; I had believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent appartment ; I had believed in the forge as the glowing road to manhood and independence.
Page 6 - Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat !" A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars ; who limped and shivered, and glared and...
Page 65 - Consequence, my father didn't make objections to my going to work ; so I went to work at my present calling, which were his too, if he would have followed it, and I worked tolerable hard, I assure you, Pip. In time I were able to keep him, and I kep him till he went off in a purple leptic fit. And it were my intentions to have had put upon his tombstone that Whatsume'er the failings on his part, Remember reader he were that good in his hart.
Page 80 - I had been. taken to one of our old marsh churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress, that had been dug out of a vault under the church. pavement. Now, wax-work and skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked at me. I should have cried out, if I could. " Who is it ? " said the lady at the table.

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