"Don't say one word or I'll cut your throat!"cried a frightening

voice,as a man jumped up from the graves and grabbed me.He was a

very big man.He was wearing all grey clothes,and he had an iron

chain on his leg.He looked very tired and very hungry.Never in my

whole life had I been so frightened.
"Please don't cut my throat ,sir!" I begged as he held on to me.
"What's your name ,boy! Answer me quick! "He said."And show me the

way to your house."
"Pip's my name,sir.And my house is in the village over there."
Then he  turned me upside-down and shook me.A piece of old bread

fell out of my pocket.He quicky ate this ,like a dog,and then sat 

me back on the stone.
"Where are your parents?'He asked.
"Over there ,sir." I answered,pointing to the graves.
"What?"He cried in surprise.He was about to run,but then he saw

that I was pointing to their gravestones."Oh!"He said more

calmly,"I see,they are dead.Then who's taking care of you?Who do

you live with?If I let you live, that is?"
"My sister takes care of me ,sir.She is the wife of Joe

Gargery,the village ironworker."
"Ironworker,you say?" He looked down at his leg.Then he brought me

close to his face and looked violently into my eyes.