Название: Comic Classics: Great Expectations
Автор: Jack Noel
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Comic Classics
isbn: 9781405294058
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With thanks/apologies to Charles Dickens
ORIGINAL STORY BY CHARLES DICKENS ABRIDGED BY LIZ BANKES DESIGNED AND ILLUSTRATED BY JACK NOEL EDITED BY LIZ BANKES WITH LUCY COURTENAY ART-DIRECTION BY LIZZIE GARDINER WITH MARGARET HOPE PRODUCTION CHARLOTTE COOPER AND TEAM FOREIGN RIGHTS JULIETTE CLARK AND TEAM SALES JAS FYFE, DAN DOWNHAM AND TEAM PUBLISHER ALI DOUGAL AGENT CLAIRE WILSON WITH MIRIAM TOBIN AT RCW SPECIAL THANKS TO CHARLOTTE KNIGHT
First published in Great Britain in 2020 by Egmont UK Limited
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Text and illustrations copyright © 2020 Jack Noel
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First e-book edition 2020
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Ebook ISBN 978 1 4052 9405 8
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
MY FATHER’S FAMILY name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than PIP.
So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called PIP.
I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs).
My first ideas regarding what they were like were unreasonably derived from their tombstones.
The shape of the letters on my father’s tombstone gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair.
From my mother’s, I drew a childish conclusion that she was freckled and sickly.
AND SO MY STORY BEGINS
It was a memorable raw afternoon towards evening.
This bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard;
where
PHILIP PIRRIP,
late of this parish,
and also
GEORGIANA
wife of the above,
were dead
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