英文经典：远大前程-Great Expectations

Chapter 1 (an excerpt)
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian 1 name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit 2 than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
 
I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister,—Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness 3 of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like were unreasonably 4 derived 5 from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout 6, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription 7, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,” I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled 8 and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine,—who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle,—I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.
 
Ours was the marsh 9 country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable 10 raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain that this bleak 11 place overgrown with nettles 12 was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness 13 beyond the churchyard, intersected with dikes and mounds 14 and gates, with scattered 15 cattle feeding on it, was the marshes 16; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage 17 lair 18 from which the wind was rushing was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.
 
“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 gray, 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 19 in mud, and lamed 20 by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled 21; and whose teeth chattered 22 in his head as he seized me by the chin.
 
“Oh! Don’t cut my throat, sir,” I pleaded in terror. “Pray don’t do it, sir.”
 
“Tell us your name!” said the man. “Quick!”
 
“Pip, sir.”
 
WordChecker
explicit (adjective): clear
derive (verb): to originate from
inscription (noun): words written on a monument or inside a book cover
indebted (adjective): grateful
leaden (adjective): dull; lacking in life
savage (adjective): fierce; wild
lame (verb): to cause a living thing to be unable to move well