The Lies I Told

I think of myself with amazement,
when I recall the lies I told on this occasion.
We played with flags,
Flags!
yes, said I. Estella waved a blue flag, and I waved a red one, and Miss Havisham waved one sprinkled all over with little gold stars, out at the coach-window. And then we all waved our swords and hurrahed.
Swords!
Out of a cupboard, said I. And I saw pistols in it,—and jam,—and pills. And there was no daylight in the room, but it was all lighted up with candles.

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English poet of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Known for "Goblin Market" and devotional verse of exquisite craftsmanship.

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