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.
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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 smoothened 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 growled; and whose teeths chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.
I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
We walked to town, my sister leading the way in a very large beaver bonnet, and carrying a basket like the Great Seal of England in plaited straw, a pair of pattens, a spare shawl, and an umbrella, though it was a fine bright day. I am not clear whether these articles were carried penitentially or ostentatiously; but, I rather think they were displayed as articles of property — much as Cleopatra or any sovereign lady on the Rampage might exhibit her wealth in a pageant or procession.