Great Expectations Chapter 17 Page 16

it against the pebbles as a punishment for belonging to such an idiot.

Biddy was the wisest of girls, and she tried to reason no more with me. She put her hand, which was a comfortable hand though roughened by work, upon my hands, one after another, and gently took them out of my hair. Then she softly patted my shoulder in a soothing way, while with my face upon my sleeve I cried a little, — exactly as I had done in the brewery yard, — and felt vaguely convinced that I was very much ill-used by somebody, or by everybody; I can't say which.

“I am glad of one thing,” said Biddy, “and that is, that you have felt you could give me your confidence, Pip.

And I am glad of another thing, and that is,