This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ...I have forever been a willing slave to? For anything we can tell, this boy's fortune may be made by this. Uncle Pumblechook has offered to take him into town to-night and keep him to-night, and to take him with his own hands to Miss Havisham's to-morrow morning, and Lor-a-mussy me!" cried my sister, "here I stand talking, with Uncle Pumblechook waiting, and the mare catching cold at the door, and the boy grimed with dirt from the hair of his head to the sole of his foot!" I With that, she pounced on me and I was soaped and kneaded, and towelled and thumped, and harrowed and rasped, until I really was quite beside myself. When my ablutions were completed, I was put into clean linen of the stiffest character, and in my tightest and fearfullest suit. I was then delivered over to Mr. Pumblechook, who let off upon me the speech that I knew he had been dying to make all along: "Boy, be forever grateful to all friends, but especially unto them which brought you up by hand!" "Good-bye, J oe." "God bless you, Pip, old chap!" I had never parted from him before, and what with my feelings, and what with soap-suds, I could at first see no stars from the chaise cart. But they twinkled out one by one without throwing any light on the question why on earth I was going to play at Miss Havisham's, and what on earth I was expected to play at.. The next morning I was very glad when ten o'clock came and we started for Miss Havisham's. Within a quarter hour we came to her house, which was dismal, and had a great many iron bars to it. There was a courtyard in front, which was barred; so we had to wait after ringing the bell until some one should open it. A window was raised and...