1 It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
2 I am ashamed to say it," I returned, "and yet it's no worse to say it than to think it.
3 It bewildered me, and under its influence I continued at heart to hate my trade and to be ashamed of home.
4 I had never thought of being ashamed of my hands before; but I began to consider them a very indifferent pair.
5 Turning into Cheapside and rattling up Newgate Street, we were soon under the walls of which I was so ashamed.
6 Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
7 That I was ashamed to tell him exactly how I was placed, and what I had come down to, I do not seek to conceal; but I hope my reluctance was not quite an unworthy one.
8 After that, when we went in to supper, the place and the meal would have a more homely look than ever, and I would feel more ashamed of home than ever, in my own ungracious breast.
9 This was all as it should be, and I went out in my new array, fearfully ashamed of having to pass the shopman, and suspicious after all that I was at a personal disadvantage, something like Joe's in his Sunday suit.
10 And now, because my mind was not confused enough before, I complicated its confusion fifty thousand-fold, by having states and seasons when I was clear that Biddy was immeasurably better than Estella, and that the plain honest working life to which I was born had nothing in it to be ashamed of, but offered me sufficient means of self-respect and happiness.