Great Expectations

by Charles Dickens

Yet, what I suffered outside, was nothing to what I underwent within.

(She was looking at me then, with a look of supreme aversion.)

‘Well, Pip,’ said Joe, ‘be it so or be it son’t, you must be a common scholar afore you can be a oncommon one, I should hope!

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlaying our hard hearts.