Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 3 Page 5

low-crowned felt hat on. All this I saw in a moment, for I had only a moment to see it in: he swore an oath at me, made a hit at me, — it was a round weak blow that missed me and almost knocked himself down, for it made him stumble, — and then he ran into the mist, stumbling twice as he went, and I lost him.

“It's the young man!” I thought, feeling my heart shoot as I identified him. I dare say I should have felt a pain in my liver, too, if I had known where it was.

I was soon at the Battery after that, and there was the right man, — hugging himself and limping to and fro, as if he had never all night left off hugging and limping, — waiting for me. He was awfully cold, to be sure. I half expected to see him drop down before my face and die of deadly cold.