Decoding.
Read the passage.
Underline the words you donšt know
Try to replace them in the sentence with words that make sense.
Form a picture of the reading.
(If you canšt)
Try to put the sentence into your own words, if you donšt understand it the first time.
Reading:
I do not recall that I
felt any tenderness of conscience in reference to Mrs. Joe, when the fear of
being found out was lifted off me. But I loved Joe - perhaps for no better
reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him - and,
as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed. It was much upon my mind
(particularly when I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought to
tell Joe the whole truth. Yet I did not, and for the reason that I mistrusted
that if I did, he would think me worse than I was. The fear of losing Joe's confidence,
and of thenceforth sitting in the chimney-corner at night staring drearily at
my for ever lost companion and friend, tied up my tongue. I morbidly
represented to myself that if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him at
the fireside feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was meditating
on it. That, if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him glance, however
casually, at yesterday's meat or pudding when it came on to-day's table,
without thinking that he was debating whether I had been in the pantry. That,
if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life
remarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected Tar
in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face. In a word, I was too cowardly to
do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I
knew to be wrong. I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I
imitated none of its many inhabitants who act in this manner. Quite an untaught
genius, I made the discovery of the line of action for myself.
As I was sleepy before we
were far away from the prison-ship, Joe took me on his back again and carried
me home. 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. In his lay capacity, he persisted in sitting down in the
damp to such an insane extent, that when his coat was taken off to be dried at
the kitchen fire, the circumstantial evidence on his trousers would have hanged
him if it had been a capital offence.
By that time, I was staggering on the kitchen floor
like a little drunkard, through having been newly set upon my feet, and through
having been fast asleep, and through waking in the heat and lights and noise of
tongues. As I came to myself (with the aid of a heavy thump between the
shoulders, and the restorative exclamation "Yah! Was there ever such a boy
as this!" from my sister), I found Joe telling them about the convict's
confession, and all the visitors suggesting different ways by which he had got
into the pantry. Mr. Pumblechook made out, after carefully surveying the
premises, that he had first got upon the roof of the forge, and had then got
upon the roof of the house, and had then let himself down the kitchen chimney
by a rope made of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr. Pumblechook was very
positive and drove his own chaise-cart - over everybody - it was agreed that it
must be so. Mr. Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out "No!" with the
feeble malice of a tired man; but, as he had no theory, and no coat on, he was
unanimously set at nought - not to mention his smoking hard behind, as he stood
with his back to the kitchen fire to draw the damp out: which was not
calculated to inspire confidence.
Actions:
1. Underline the words you donšt know.
2. Draw a picture of Pip.
3. Put the underlined sentence into your own words?