""What does that mean, Joe?" said I. Mrs. Joe, who always took explanations upon herself, said, snappishly, "Escaped. Escaped." Administering the definition like Tar-water. While Mrs. Joe sat with her head bending over her needlework, I put my mouth into the forms of saying to Joe, "What's a convict?"...."Mrs. Joe," said I, as a last resource, "I should like to know –– if you wouldn't mind –– where the firing comes from?""Lord bless the boy!" exclaimed my sister, as if she didn't quite mean that, but rather the contrary..."That's the way with this boy!" exclaimed my sister, pointing me out with her needle and thread, and shaking her head at me" (13-14).
"I have never been absolutely certain whether I uttered a shrill yell of terror, merely in spirit, or in the bodily hearing of the company. I felt that I could bear no more, and that I must run away. I released the leg of the table, and ran for my life" (30).
"I had alighted from Joe's back on the brink of the ditch when we came up and had not moved since. I looked at him eagerly when he looked at me, and slightly moved my hands and shook my head"(38).
I would have Chandler Canterbury play Pip because he reminds me of someone that could look nieve and unsure of what they are truly getting themselves into.
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