Great Expectations Page #2

a little job done.

Blacksmith, we've had an accident

with these.

They're wanted for immediate service.

Will you throw your eye over them?

- Convicts, Sergeant?

- Aye, two.

Have you seen 'em?

Heavens, no!

We haven't seen them.

Well, we'll find 'em.

Platoon, fall in!

Platoon, attention!

Shoulder, up!

Left turn!

Platoon, march!

If that boy comes back

with his head blown to bits,

don't look to me to put it together again!

I hope we don't find them, Joe.

I'd give a shilling if they had

cut and run, Pip. Come on.

Help! Convicts escaping!

- Come on!

- Help!

This way!

Help!

Officers, quickly!

This way! This way!

Help! Help! Quickly, this way!

Let go!

Don't forget, I took him.

I gave him up to you.

- Don't forget that.

- He tried to murder me.

Me, tried to murder him? I kept him

from getting off these marshes.

I could've got clear,

then I discovered he was here.

And let him go free to make

a fool of me again?

Let me go.

Make ready!

Present!

Fire!

Hand.

You're expected on board.

Come on.

Light those torches.

Get aboard, you.

Torch bearers!

I wish to say something

respecting this escape.

It may prevent some persons

laying under suspicion along'a me.

What is it?

I took some food from the blacksmith

near the village over yonder.

It was a dram of liquor and a pie.

Have you missed

such an article as a pie?

Well, my wife did

the very moment you came in.

Oh, so you're the blacksmith, are you?

Then I'm sorry to say I've eat your pie.

Oh, you're welcome to it

as far as ever it were mine.

We don't know what you've done

but we wouldn't have you starve for it,

poor miserable fellow creature,

would us, Pip?

Give way, you.

Cast off there!

It was a year later...

Now, if that boy ain't grateful this day,

he never will be.

- It's to be hoped he won't be pampered.

- Not by Miss Havisham, ma'am.

- She knows better.

- Do you know who Miss Havisham is?

- Yes.

- Who?

She's the strange lady in the large house.

- But she's mad, ain't she?

- She may be mad,

but she's rich enough

to make his fortune.

She wants him to play there. And he'd

better play there or else I'll work him.

Well, I wonder how she comes

to know our Pip.

Oh, Lor-a-mussy me!

Here I stand talking to mere mooncalves,

Uncle Pumblechook waiting,

and that boy grimed with dirt

from his head to his feet.

Ow!

Ring the bell, boy!

- What name?

- Pumblechook.

Quite right.

- Can you read the time, boy?

- Yes, sir.

- A quarter past three.

- Punctual to the minute.

Let it be a lesson to you.

This is Pip.

So this is Pip, is it?

Come in, Pip.

- Do you wish to see Miss Havisham?

- If Miss Havisham wishes to see me.

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