TheGreyManintheGraveyard"Holdyournoise!"criedaterriblevoice,asamanstartedupfromamongthegravesatthe

sideofthechurchporch."Keepstill,youlittledevil,orI'llcutyourthroat!"

Afearfulman,allincoarsegrey,withagreatirononhisleg.Amanwithnohat,andwith

brokenshoes,andwithanoldragtiedroundhishead.Amanwhohadbeensoakedin

water,andsmotheredinmud,andlamedbystones,andcutbyflints,andstungbynettles,

andtornbybriars;wholimped,andshivered,andglaredandgrowled;andwhoseteeth

chatteredinhisheadasheseizedmebythechin.

"O!Don'tcutmythroat,sir,"Ipleadedinterror."Praydon'tdoit,sir."

"Tellusyourname!"saidtheman."Quick!"

"Pip,sir."

"Oncemore,"saidtheman,staringatme."Giveitmouth!"

"Pip.Pip,sir."

"Showuswhereyoulive,"saidtheman."Pointouttheplace!"

Ipointedtowhereourvillagelay,ontheflatin-shoreamongthealder-treesandpollards,a

mileormorefromthechurch.

Theman,afterlookingatmeforamoment,turnedmeupsidedown,andemptiedmy

pockets.Therewasnothinginthembutapieceofbread.Whenthechurchcametoitself-

forhewassosuddenandstrongthathemadeitgoheadoverheelsbeforeme,andIsaw

thesteepleundermyfeet- whenthechurchcametoitself,Isay,Iwasseatedonahigh

tombstone,trembling,whileheatethebreadravenously.

"Youyoungdog,"saidtheman,lickinghislips,"whatfatcheeksyouha'got."

Ibelievetheywerefat,thoughIwasatthattimeundersizedformyyears,andnotstrong.

"DarnmeifIcouldn'teatem,"saidtheman,withathreateningshakeofhishead,"andifI

han't halfamindto't!”

Iearnestlyexpressedmyhopethathewouldn't,andheldtightertothetombstoneon

whichhehadputme;partly,tokeepmyselfuponit;partly,tokeepmyselffromcrying.

"Nowlookee here!"saidtheman."Where'syourmother?"

"There,sir!"saidI.

Hestarted,madeashortrun,andstoppedandlookedoverhisshoulder.

"There,sir!"Itimidlyexplained."AlsoGeorgiana.That'smymother."

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TheGreyManintheGraveyard"Oh!"saidhe,comingback."Andisthatyourfatheralonger yourmother?"

"Yes,sir,"saidI;"himtoo;lateofthisparish."

"Ha!"hemutteredthen,considering."Whod'ye livewith- supposin'you'rekindlyletto

live,whichIhan't madeupmymindabout?"

"Mysister,sir- Mrs.JoeGargery - wifeofJoeGargery,theblacksmith,sir."

"Blacksmith,eh?"saidhe.Andlookeddownathisleg.

Afterdarklylookingathislegandmeseveraltimes,hecameclosertomytombstone,took

mebybotharms,andtiltedmebackasfarashecouldholdme;sothathiseyeslooked

mostpowerfullydownintomine,andminelookedmosthelplesslyupintohis.

"Nowlookee here,"hesaid,"thequestionbeingwhetheryou'retobelettolive.Youknow

whatafileis?"

"Yes,sir."

"Andyouknowwhatwittles is?"

"Yes,sir."

Aftereachquestionhetiltedmeoveralittlemore,soastogivemeagreatersenseof

helplessnessanddanger.

"Yougetmeafile."Hetiltedmeagain."Andyougetmewittles."Hetiltedmeagain."You

bring'em bothtome."Hetiltedmeagain."OrI'llhaveyourheartandliverout."Hetilted

meagain.

Iwasdreadfullyfrightened,andsogiddythatIclungtohimwithbothhands,andsaid,"If

youwouldkindlypleasetoletmekeepupright,sir,perhapsIshouldn'tbesick,andperhaps

Icouldattendmore."

Hegavemeamosttremendousdipandroll,sothatthechurchjumpedoveritsown

weather-cock.Then,heheldmebythearms,inanuprightpositiononthetopofthestone,

andwentoninthesefearfulterms:

"Youbringme,to-morrowmorningearly,thatfileandthemwittles.Youbringthelottome,

atthatoldBatteryoveryonder.Youdoit,andyouneverdaretosayawordordaretomake

asignconcerningyourhavingseensuchapersonasme,oranypersonsumever,andyou

shallbelettolive.Youfail,oryougofrommywordsinanypartickler,nomatterhowsmall

itis,andyourheartandyourlivershallbetoreout,roastedandate.

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TheGreyManintheGraveyard1.Matchtheunfamiliarvocabularywithitsmoderndayequivalent.

3.Canyouexplainhowtheauthorusesvocabularytomakethemansound‘scary.’

2. “Withagreatirononhisleg”Whatdoesthistellusabouttheman?

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alonger hadn’t

wittles alongside

partickler victuals(food)

han’t particular

TheGreyManintheGraveyard4.WhydoesPiplivewithhissister?

5.InyourownwordssummarisewhatthemansaystoPip.

6. WhatdoyouthinkPipdoesnext?WhatwouldyoudoifyouwerePip?

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