Great Expectations

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his
leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an
old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked
in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and
cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who
limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose
teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.
‘O! Don’t cut my throat, sir,’ I pleaded in terror. ‘Pray
don’t do it, sir.’
‘Tell us your name!’ said the man. ‘Quick!’