He was prematurely bald on the top of his head, and had bushy black eyebrows that wouldn't lie down but stood up bristling.
His eyes were set very deep in his head, and were disagreeably sharp and suspicious.

He had a large watch-chain, and strong black dots where his beard and whiskers would have been if he had let them.

He was nothing to me, and I could have had no foresight then, that he ever would be anything to me, but it happened that I had this opportunity of observing him well.
"Boy of the neighborhood?
Hey ?" said he.
"Yes, sir," said I.
"How do you come here ?" "Miss Havisham sent for me, sir," I explained.
"Well! Behave yourself.

I have a pretty large experience of boys, and you're a bad set of fellows.

Now mind!" said he, biting the side of his great forefinger as he frowned at me, "you behave yourself!" With those words, he released me--which I was glad of, for his hand smelt of scented soap--and went his way down stairs.