Great Expectations. Charles Dickens

have you been, you young monkey?’ she shouted. I jumped behind Joe to avoid being hit with the stick.

      ‘Only to the churchyard,’ I whispered, starting to cry.

      ‘Churchyard! If I hadn’t brought you up, you’d be in the churchyard with our parents. You’ll send me to the churchyard one day! Now let me get your supper ready, both of you!’

      For the rest of the evening, I thought of nothing but the stranger on the marshes. Sometimes, as the wind blew round the house, I imagined I heard his voice outside, and I thought with horror of the young man who ate boys’ hearts.