Charles Dickens, Great Expectations: Ch. 28

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"More fool you," growled the other. "I'd have spent 'em on a Man, in wittles and drink. He must have been a green one. Mean to say he knowed nothing of you?"

"Not a ha'porth.w Different gangs and different ships. He was tried again for prison breaking, and got made a Lifer."

"And was that—Honor!—the only time you worked out, in this part of the country?"

"The only time."

"What might have been your opinion of the place?"

"A most beastly place. Mudbank, mist, swamp, and work; work, swamp, mist, and mudbank."

They both execratedw the place in very strong language, and gradually growled themselves out, and had nothing left to say.

After overhearing this dialogue, I should assuredly have got down and been left in the solitude and darkness of the highway, but for feeling certain that the man had no suspicion of my identity. Indeed, I was not only so changed in the course of nature, but so differently dressed and so differently circumstanced, that it was not at all likely he could have known me without accidental help. Still, the coincidence of our being together on the coach, was sufficiently strange to fill me with a dread that some other coincidence might at any moment connect me, in his hearing, with my name. For this reason, I resolved to alight as soon as we touched the town, and put myself out of his hearing. This device I executed successfully. My little portmanteau was in the bootw under my feet; I had but to turn a hinge to get it out; I threw it down before me, got down after it, and was left at the first lamp on the first stones of the town pavement. As to the convicts, they went their way with the coach, and I knew at what point they would be spirited off to the river. In my fancy, I saw the boat with its convict crew waiting for them at the slime-washed stairs,—again heard the gruff "Give way, you!" like and order to dogs,—again saw the wicked Noah's Ark lying out on the black water.

I could not have said what I was afraid of, for my fear was altogether undefined and vague, but there was great fear upon me. As I walked on to the hotel, I felt that a dread, much exceeding the mere apprehension of a painful or disagreeable recognition, made me tremble. I am confident that it took no distinctness of shape, and that it was the revival for a few minutes of the terror of childhood.d

The coffee-room at the Blue Boar was empty, and I had not only ordered my dinner there, but had sat down to it, before the waiter knew me. As soon as he had apologized for the remissness of his memory, he asked me if he should send Boots for Mr. Pumblechook?

"No," said I, "certainly not."

The waiter (it was he who had brought up the Great Remonstrance from the Commercials,h on the day when I was bound) appeared surprised, and took the earliest opportunity of putting a dirty old copy of a local newspaper so directly in my way, that I took it up and read this paragraph:—

Our readers will learn, not altogether without interest, in reference to the recent romantic rise in fortune of a young artificer in iron of this neighborhood (what a theme, by the way, for the magic pen of our as yet not universally acknowledged townsman TOOBY, the poet of our columns!) that the youth's earliest patron, companion, and friend, was a highly respected individual not entirely unconnected with the corn and seed trade, and whose eminently convenient and commodious business premises are situate within a hundred miles of the High Street. It is not wholly irrespective of our personal feelings that we record HIM as the Mentor of our young Telemachus,d for it is good to know that our town produced the founder of the latter's fortunes. Does the thought-contracted brow of the local Sage or the lustrous eye of local Beauty inquire whose fortunes? We believe that Quintin Matsys was the BLACKSMITH of Antwerp.h VERB. SAP.w

I entertain a conviction, based upon large experience, that if in the days of my prosperity I had gone to the North Pole, I should have met somebody there, wandering Esquimaux or civilized man, who would have told me that Pumblechook was my earliest patron and the founder of my fortunes.

X [w] a ha'porth.


A half-penny, or nearly valueless. 

X [w] execrated

Cursed; abominated.

X [w] portmanteau was in the boot

Portmanteau is a piece of hand luggage, one adaptable to horseback, and the boot is the stowage compartment, still known in Britain as the boot (or trunk) of a car.

X [d] and that it was the revival for a few minutes…


Pip is describing what we sometimes call free-floating anxiety or here "terror," an anxiety with no discernible or specific basis. The sources are buried in Pip's childhood and awakened by his first return to the scenes that caused his original fear. 

Terror originates in Pip's first conscious moments, "that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry,…

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X [h] the Great Remonstrance from the Commercials,

The remonstrance here is "A formal statement of grievances or similar matters of public importance, presented to a governing body or monarch; a petition" (OED). The Great or Grand Remonstrance was a strongly anti-Catholic bill sent by Parliament to Charles I in 1641 listing some 200 objections to his government, which focused upon his absolutism, which he based on the divine right of kings. The Remonstrance was a major step toward the English Civil Wars and the execution of Charles I in 1649.…

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X [d] Mentor of our young Telemachus,

Writing & Reading

Best read aloud. Dickens mimes the inflated style of provincial newspapers (not an apprentice blacksmith but "a young artificer in iron"; "our as yet not universally acknowledged"); the use of cheap alliteration ("eminently convenient and commodious"), the falsely learned classical allusions, and the coy, fawning references to local self-proclaimed pundits such as Pumblechook.…

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X [h] Quintin Matsys was the BLACKSMITH of Antwerp.


Matsys, 1486-1529, was a Flemish painter who, legend claims, began as a blacksmith but, courting his wife-to-be and wishing to impress her, claimed to be or became an artist.  

X [w] VERB. SAP.

Latin abbreviation for verbum sapienti satis est, which means "a word to the wise suffices." As the reader will note the full statement contains the word "satis" (enough), which must remind Pip of Satis House.