Great Expectations Chapter 12 Page 11

The miserable man was a man of that confined stolidity of mind, that he could not discuss my prospects without having me before him, — as it were, to operate upon, — and he would drag me up from my stool (usually by the collar) where I was quiet in a corner, and, putting me before the fire as if I were going to be cooked, would begin by saying, “Now, Mum, here is this boy! Here is this boy which you brought up by hand. Hold up your head, boy, and be forever grateful unto them which so did do.

Now, Mum, with respections to this boy!” And then he would rumple my hair the wrong way, — which from my earliest remembrance, as already hinted, I have in my soul denied the right of any fellow-creature to do, — and would hold me before him by the sleeve, — a