Great Expectations book

🔖 The river beyond the marshes was a darker line of grey. A bitter wind was blowing across the marshes from the sea. The graveyard was a dark and frightening place.
I shivered. Cold and afraid, I began to cry.
"Quiet, you little devil!" cried a terrible voice. "Keep still - or I'll cut your throat!"
"Oh, don't cut my throat, sir!" I cried. "Please don't!" "Tell me your name," the man growled. "Tell me. Quick!" "Pip, sir. Pip," I answered.