Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 3 Page 2

the marshes, so that instead of my running at everything, everything seemed to run at me. This was very disagreeable to a guilty mind.

The gates and dikes and banks came bursting at me through the mist, as if they cried as plainly as could be, “A boy with somebody else's pork pie! Stop him!” The cattle came upon me with like suddenness, staring out of their eyes, and steaming out of their nostrils, “Halloa, young thief!” One black ox, with a white cravat on, — who even had to my awakened conscience something of a clerical air, — fixed me so obstinately with his eyes, and moved his blunt head round in such an accusatory manner as I moved round, that I blubbered out to him, “I couldn't help it, sir!

It wasn't for myself I took it!” Upon