"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among
the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or
I'll cut your throat!"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."
Part of the 2nd year project named "blood, sweat and tears" I sourced, distressed and broke down a costume for the character Abel Magwitch, a character from the Dickens story "Great Expectations.
