1 On Sundays, she went to church elaborated.
2 The Church not being "thrown open," he was, as I have said, our clerk.
3 Why yes," said Joe, lowering his voice, "he's left the Church and went into the playacting.
4 He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock.
5 Joe and I going to church, therefore, must have been a moving spectacle for compassionate minds.
6 My sister, having so much to do, was going to church vicariously, that is to say, Joe and I were going.
7 I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church.
8 When he came to the low church wall, he got over it, like a man whose legs were numbed and stiff, and then turned round to look for me.
9 Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress that had been dug out of a vault under the church pavement.
10 Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress that had been dug out of a vault under the church pavement.
11 When I offered to your sister to keep company, and to be asked in church at such times as she was willing and ready to come to the forge, I said to her, 'And bring the poor little child.'
12 Under the weight of my wicked secret, I pondered whether the Church would be powerful enough to shield me from the vengeance of the terrible young man, if I divulged to that establishment.
13 When we had passed the village and the church and the churchyard, and were out on the marshes and began to see the sails of the ships as they sailed on, I began to combine Miss Havisham and Estella with the prospect, in my usual way.
14 He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr. Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such a very bad temper that if the Church had been thrown open, he would probably have excommunicated the whole expedition, beginning with Joe and myself.
15 When I awoke without having parted in my sleep with the perception of my wretchedness, the clocks of the Eastward churches were striking five, the candles were wasted out, the fire was dead, and the wind and rain intensified the thick black darkness.
16 I had never heard Joe read aloud to any greater extent than this monosyllable, and I had observed at church last Sunday, when I accidentally held our Prayer-Book upside down, that it seemed to suit his convenience quite as well as if it had been all right.
17 Mr. Wopsle, united to a Roman nose and a large shining bald forehead, had a deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of; indeed it was understood among his acquaintance that if you could only give him his head, he would read the clergyman into fits; he himself confessed that if the Church was "thrown open," meaning to competition, he would not despair of making his mark in it.
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