Ours was the marsh try, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the a. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things ems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening.
At subsp;a time I found out for certain that this bleak plabsp;rown with les was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Geiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, ied with dikes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage lair from whibsp;the wind was rushing was the a; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.
"Hold your noi!" cried a terrible voibsp;as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the churbsp;porbsp;"Keep still, you little devil, or I''ll bsp;your throat!"
Ours was the marsh try, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the a. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things ems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening.
At subsp;a time I found out for certain that this bleak plabsp;rown with les was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Geiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, ied with dikes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage lair from whibsp;the wind was rushing was the a; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.
"Hold your noi!" cried a terrible voibsp;as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the churbsp;porbsp;"Keep still, you little devil, or I''ll bsp;your throat!"
A fearful man, all in coar gray, 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 bsp;by flints, and stung by les, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and who teeth chattered in his head as he ized me by the .