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Chapter 38

1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 If that staid old house near the Green at Richmond should ever come to be haunted when I am dead, it will be haunted, surely, by my ghost. O the many, many nights and days through which the unquiet spirit within me haunted that house when Estella lived there! Let my body be where it would, my spirit was always wandering, wandering, wandering, about that house.

2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 The lady with whom Estella was placed, Mrs. Brandley by name, was a widow, with one daughter several years older than Estella. The mother looked young, and the daughter looked old; the mother’s complexion was pink, and the daughter’s was yellow; the mother set up for frivolity, and the daughter for theology. They were in what is called a good position, and visited, and were visited by, numbers of people. Little, if any, community of feeling subsisted between them and Estella, but the understanding was established that they were necessary to her, and that she was necessary to them. Mrs. Brandley had been a friend of Miss Havisham’s before the time of her seclusion.

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 In Mrs. Brandley’s house and out of Mrs. Brandley’s house, I suffered every kind and degree of torture that Estella could cause me. The nature of my relations with her, which placed me on terms of familiarity without placing me on terms of favor, conduced to my distraction. She made use of me to tease other admirers, and she turned the very familiarity between herself and me to the account of putting a constant slight on my devotion to her. If I had been her secretary, steward, half-brother, poor relation,—if I had been a younger brother of her appointed husband,—I could not have seemed to myself further from my hopes when I was nearest to her. The privilege of calling her by her name and hearing her call me by mine became, under the circumstances an aggravation of my trials; and while I think it likely that it almost maddened her other lovers, I know too certainly that it almost maddened me.

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 She had admirers without end. No doubt my jealousy made an admirer of every one who went near her; but there were more than enough of them without that.

5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 I saw her often at Richmond, I heard of her often in town, and I used often to take her and the Brandleys on the water; there were picnics, fête days, plays, operas, concerts, parties, all sorts of pleasures, through which I pursued her,—and they were all miseries to me. I never had one hour’s happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 Throughout this part of our intercourse,—and it lasted, as will presently be seen, for what I then thought a long time,—she habitually reverted to that tone which expressed that our association was forced upon us. There were other times when she would come to a sudden check in this tone and in all her many tones, and would seem to pity me.

7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 “Pip, Pip,” she said one evening, coming to such a check, when we sat apart at a darkening window of the house in Richmond; “will you never take warning?”

8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 “Of what?”

9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 “Of me.”

10 Leave a comment on paragraph 10 0 “Warning not to be attracted by you, do you mean, Estella?”

11 Leave a comment on paragraph 11 0 “Do I mean! If you don’t know what I mean, you are blind.”

12 Leave a comment on paragraph 12 0 I should have replied that Love was commonly reputed blind, but for the reason that I always was restrained—and this was not the least of my miseries—by a feeling that it was ungenerous to press myself upon her, when she knew that she could not choose but obey Miss Havisham. My dread always was, that this knowledge on her part laid me under a heavy disadvantage with her pride, and made me the subject of a rebellious struggle in her bosom.

13 Leave a comment on paragraph 13 0 “At any rate,” said I, “I have no warning given me just now, for you wrote to me to come to you, this time.”

14 Leave a comment on paragraph 14 0 “That’s true,” said Estella, with a cold careless smile that always chilled me.

15 Leave a comment on paragraph 15 0 After looking at the twilight without, for a little while, she went on to say:—

16 Leave a comment on paragraph 16 0 “The time has come round when Miss Havisham wishes to have me for a day at Satis. You are to take me there, and bring me back, if you will. She would rather I did not travel alone, and objects to receiving my maid, for she has a sensitive horror of being talked of by such people. Can you take me?”

17 Leave a comment on paragraph 17 0 “Can I take you, Estella!”

18 Leave a comment on paragraph 18 0 “You can then? The day after to-morrow, if you please. You are to pay all charges out of my purse, You hear the condition of your going?”

19 Leave a comment on paragraph 19 0 “And must obey,” said I.

20 Leave a comment on paragraph 20 0 This was all the preparation I received for that visit, or for others like it; Miss Havisham never wrote to me, nor had I ever so much as seen her handwriting. We went down on the next day but one, and we found her in the room where I had first beheld her, and it is needless to add that there was no change in Satis House.

21 Leave a comment on paragraph 21 0 She was even more dreadfully fond of Estella than she had been when I last saw them together; I repeat the word advisedly, for there was something positively dreadful in the energy of her looks and embraces. She hung upon Estella’s beauty, hung upon her words, hung upon her gestures, and sat mumbling her own trembling fingers while she looked at her, as though she were devouring the beautiful creature she had reared.

22 Leave a comment on paragraph 22 0 From Estella she looked at me, with a searching glance that seemed to pry into my heart and probe its wounds. “How does she use you, Pip; how does she use you?” she asked me again, with her witch-like eagerness, even in Estella’s hearing. But, when we sat by her flickering fire at night, she was most weird; for then, keeping Estella’s hand drawn through her arm and clutched in her own hand, she extorted from her, by dint of referring back to what Estella had told her in her regular letters, the names and conditions of the men whom she had fascinated; and as Miss Havisham dwelt upon this roll, with the intensity of a mind mortally hurt and diseased, she sat with her other hand on her crutch stick, and her chin on that, and her wan bright eyes glaring at me, a very spectre.

23 Leave a comment on paragraph 23 0 I saw in this, wretched though it made me, and bitter the sense of dependence and even of degradation that it awakened,—I saw in this that Estella was set to wreak Miss Havisham’s revenge on men, and that she was not to be given to me until she had gratified it for a term. I saw in this, a reason for her being beforehand assigned to me. Sending her out to attract and torment and do mischief, Miss Havisham sent her with the malicious assurance that she was beyond the reach of all admirers, and that all who staked upon that cast were secured to lose. I saw in this that I, too, was tormented by a perversion of ingenuity, even while the prize was reserved for me. I saw in this the reason for my being staved off so long and the reason for my late guardian’s declining to commit himself to the formal knowledge of such a scheme. In a word, I saw in this Miss Havisham as I had her then and there before my eyes, and always had had her before my eyes; and I saw in this, the distinct shadow of the darkened and unhealthy house in which her life was hidden from the sun.

24 Leave a comment on paragraph 24 0 The candles that lighted that room of hers were placed in sconces on the wall. They were high from the ground, and they burnt with the steady dulness of artificial light in air that is seldom renewed. As I looked round at them, and at the pale gloom they made, and at the stopped clock, and at the withered articles of bridal dress upon the table and the ground, and at her own awful figure with its ghostly reflection thrown large by the fire upon the ceiling and the wall, I saw in everything the construction that my mind had come to, repeated and thrown back to me. My thoughts passed into the great room across the landing where the table was spread, and I saw it written, as it were, in the falls of the cobwebs from the centre-piece, in the crawlings of the spiders on the cloth, in the tracks of the mice as they betook their little quickened hearts behind the panels, and in the gropings and pausings of the beetles on the floor.

25 Leave a comment on paragraph 25 0 It happened on the occasion of this visit that some sharp words arose between Estella and Miss Havisham. It was the first time I had ever seen them opposed.

26 Leave a comment on paragraph 26 0 We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and Miss Havisham still had Estella’s arm drawn through her own, and still clutched Estella’s hand in hers, when Estella gradually began to detach herself. She had shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted or returned it.

27 Leave a comment on paragraph 27 0 “What!” said Miss Havisham, flashing her eyes upon her, “are you tired of me?”

28 Leave a comment on paragraph 28 0 “Only a little tired of myself,” replied Estella, disengaging her arm, and moving to the great chimney-piece, where she stood looking down at the fire.

29 Leave a comment on paragraph 29 0 “Speak the truth, you ingrate!” cried Miss Havisham, passionately striking her stick upon the floor; “you are tired of me.”

30 Leave a comment on paragraph 30 0 Estella looked at her with perfect composure, and again looked down at the fire. Her graceful figure and her beautiful face expressed a self-possessed indifference to the wild heat of the other, that was almost cruel.

31 Leave a comment on paragraph 31 0 “You stock and stone!” exclaimed Miss Havisham. “You cold, cold heart!”

32 Leave a comment on paragraph 32 0 “What?” said Estella, preserving her attitude of indifference as she leaned against the great chimney-piece and only moving her eyes; “do you reproach me for being cold? You?”

33 Leave a comment on paragraph 33 0 “Are you not?” was the fierce retort.

34 Leave a comment on paragraph 34 0 “You should know,” said Estella. “I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.”

35 Leave a comment on paragraph 35 0 “O, look at her, look at her!” cried Miss Havisham, bitterly; “Look at her so hard and thankless, on the hearth where she was reared! Where I took her into this wretched breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs, and where I have lavished years of tenderness upon her!”

36 Leave a comment on paragraph 36 0 “At least I was no party to the compact,” said Estella, “for if I could walk and speak, when it was made, it was as much as I could do. But what would you have? You have been very good to me, and I owe everything to you. What would you have?”

37 Leave a comment on paragraph 37 0 “Love,” replied the other.

38 Leave a comment on paragraph 38 0 “You have it.”

39 Leave a comment on paragraph 39 0 “I have not,” said Miss Havisham.

40 Leave a comment on paragraph 40 0 “Mother by adoption,” retorted Estella, never departing from the easy grace of her attitude, never raising her voice as the other did, never yielding either to anger or tenderness,—”mother by adoption, I have said that I owe everything to you. All I possess is freely yours. All that you have given me, is at your command to have again. Beyond that, I have nothing. And if you ask me to give you, what you never gave me, my gratitude and duty cannot do impossibilities.”

41 Leave a comment on paragraph 41 0 “Did I never give her love!” cried Miss Havisham, turning wildly to me. “Did I never give her a burning love, inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp pain, while she speaks thus to me! Let her call me mad, let her call me mad!”

42 Leave a comment on paragraph 42 0 “Why should I call you mad,” returned Estella, “I, of all people? Does any one live, who knows what set purposes you have, half as well as I do? Does any one live, who knows what a steady memory you have, half as well as I do? I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool that is even now beside you there, learning your lessons and looking up into your face, when your face was strange and frightened me!”

43 Leave a comment on paragraph 43 0 “Soon forgotten!” moaned Miss Havisham. “Times soon forgotten!”

44 Leave a comment on paragraph 44 0 “No, not forgotten,” retorted Estella,—”not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory. When have you found me false to your teaching? When have you found me unmindful of your lessons? When have you found me giving admission here,” she touched her bosom with her hand, “to anything that you excluded? Be just to me.”

45 Leave a comment on paragraph 45 0 “So proud, so proud!” moaned Miss Havisham, pushing away her gray hair with both her hands.

46 Leave a comment on paragraph 46 0 “Who taught me to be proud?” returned Estella. “Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?”

47 Leave a comment on paragraph 47 0 “So hard, so hard!” moaned Miss Havisham, with her former action.

48 Leave a comment on paragraph 48 0 “Who taught me to be hard?” returned Estella. “Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?”

49 Leave a comment on paragraph 49 0 “But to be proud and hard to me!” Miss Havisham quite shrieked, as she stretched out her arms. “Estella, Estella, Estella, to be proud and hard to me!”

50 Leave a comment on paragraph 50 0 Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed; when the moment was past, she looked down at the fire again.

51 Leave a comment on paragraph 51 0 “I cannot think,” said Estella, raising her eyes after a silence “why you should be so unreasonable when I come to see you after a separation. I have never forgotten your wrongs and their causes. I have never been unfaithful to you or your schooling. I have never shown any weakness that I can charge myself with.”

52 Leave a comment on paragraph 52 0 “Would it be weakness to return my love?” exclaimed Miss Havisham. “But yes, yes, she would call it so!”

53 Leave a comment on paragraph 53 0 “I begin to think,” said Estella, in a musing way, after another moment of calm wonder, “that I almost understand how this comes about. If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these rooms, and had never let her know that there was such a thing as the daylight by which she had never once seen your face,—if you had done that, and then, for a purpose had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”

54 Leave a comment on paragraph 54 0 Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making a low moaning, and swaying herself on her chair, but gave no answer.

55 Leave a comment on paragraph 55 0 “Or,” said Estella,—”which is a nearer case,—if you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her;—if you had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”

56 Leave a comment on paragraph 56 0 Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer.

57 Leave a comment on paragraph 57 0 “So,” said Estella, “I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.”

58 Leave a comment on paragraph 58 0 Miss Havisham had settled down, I hardly knew how, upon the floor, among the faded bridal relics with which it was strewn. I took advantage of the moment—I had sought one from the first—to leave the room, after beseeching Estella’s attention to her, with a movement of my hand. When I left, Estella was yet standing by the great chimney-piece, just as she had stood throughout. Miss Havisham’s gray hair was all adrift upon the ground, among the other bridal wrecks, and was a miserable sight to see.

59 Leave a comment on paragraph 59 0 It was with a depressed heart that I walked in the starlight for an hour and more, about the courtyard, and about the brewery, and about the ruined garden. When I at last took courage to return to the room, I found Estella sitting at Miss Havisham’s knee, taking up some stitches in one of those old articles of dress that were dropping to pieces, and of which I have often been reminded since by the faded tatters of old banners that I have seen hanging up in cathedrals. Afterwards, Estella and I played at cards, as of yore,—only we were skilful now, and played French games,—and so the evening wore away, and I went to bed.

60 Leave a comment on paragraph 60 0 I lay in that separate building across the courtyard. It was the first time I had ever lain down to rest in Satis House, and sleep refused to come near me. A thousand Miss Havishams haunted me. She was on this side of my pillow, on that, at the head of the bed, at the foot, behind the half-opened door of the dressing-room, in the dressing-room, in the room overhead, in the room beneath,—everywhere. At last, when the night was slow to creep on towards two o’clock, I felt that I absolutely could no longer bear the place as a place to lie down in, and that I must get up. I therefore got up and put on my clothes, and went out across the yard into the long stone passage, designing to gain the outer courtyard and walk there for the relief of my mind. But I was no sooner in the passage than I extinguished my candle; for I saw Miss Havisham going along it in a ghostly manner, making a low cry. I followed her at a distance, and saw her go up the staircase. She carried a bare candle in her hand, which she had probably taken from one of the sconces in her own room, and was a most unearthly object by its light. Standing at the bottom of the staircase, I felt the mildewed air of the feast-chamber, without seeing her open the door, and I heard her walking there, and so across into her own room, and so across again into that, never ceasing the low cry. After a time, I tried in the dark both to get out, and to go back, but I could do neither until some streaks of day strayed in and showed me where to lay my hands. During the whole interval, whenever I went to the bottom of the staircase, I heard her footstep, saw her light pass above, and heard her ceaseless low cry.

61 Leave a comment on paragraph 61 0 Before we left next day, there was no revival of the difference between her and Estella, nor was it ever revived on any similar occasion; and there were four similar occasions, to the best of my remembrance. Nor, did Miss Havisham’s manner towards Estella in anywise change, except that I believed it to have something like fear infused among its former characteristics.

62 Leave a comment on paragraph 62 0 It is impossible to turn this leaf of my life, without putting Bentley Drummle’s name upon it; or I would, very gladly.

63 Leave a comment on paragraph 63 0 On a certain occasion when the Finches were assembled in force, and when good feeling was being promoted in the usual manner by nobody’s agreeing with anybody else, the presiding Finch called the Grove to order, forasmuch as Mr. Drummle had not yet toasted a lady; which, according to the solemn constitution of the society, it was the brute’s turn to do that day. I thought I saw him leer in an ugly way at me while the decanters were going round, but as there was no love lost between us, that might easily be. What was my indignant surprise when he called upon the company to pledge him to “Estella!”

64 Leave a comment on paragraph 64 0 “Estella who?” said I.

65 Leave a comment on paragraph 65 0 “Never you mind,” retorted Drummle.

66 Leave a comment on paragraph 66 0 “Estella of where?” said I. “You are bound to say of where.” Which he was, as a Finch.

67 Leave a comment on paragraph 67 0 “Of Richmond, gentlemen,” said Drummle, putting me out of the question, “and a peerless beauty.”

68 Leave a comment on paragraph 68 0 Much he knew about peerless beauties, a mean, miserable idiot! I whispered Herbert.

69 Leave a comment on paragraph 69 0 “I know that lady,” said Herbert, across the table, when the toast had been honored.

70 Leave a comment on paragraph 70 0Do you?” said Drummle.

71 Leave a comment on paragraph 71 0 “And so do I,” I added, with a scarlet face.

72 Leave a comment on paragraph 72 0Do you?” said Drummle. “O, Lord!”

73 Leave a comment on paragraph 73 0 This was the only retort—except glass or crockery—that the heavy creature was capable of making; but, I became as highly incensed by it as if it had been barbed with wit, and I immediately rose in my place and said that I could not but regard it as being like the honorable Finch’s impudence to come down to that Grove,—we always talked about coming down to that Grove, as a neat Parliamentary turn of expression,—down to that Grove, proposing a lady of whom he knew nothing. Mr. Drummle, upon this, starting up, demanded what I meant by that? Whereupon I made him the extreme reply that I believed he knew where I was to be found.

74 Leave a comment on paragraph 74 0 Whether it was possible in a Christian country to get on without blood, after this, was a question on which the Finches were divided. The debate upon it grew so lively, indeed, that at least six more honorable members told six more, during the discussion, that they believed they knew where they were to be found. However, it was decided at last (the Grove being a Court of Honor) that if Mr. Drummle would bring never so slight a certificate from the lady, importing that he had the honor of her acquaintance, Mr. Pip must express his regret, as a gentleman and a Finch, for “having been betrayed into a warmth which.” Next day was appointed for the production (lest our honor should take cold from delay), and next day Drummle appeared with a polite little avowal in Estella’s hand, that she had had the honor of dancing with him several times. This left me no course but to regret that I had been “betrayed into a warmth which,” and on the whole to repudiate, as untenable, the idea that I was to be found anywhere. Drummle and I then sat snorting at one another for an hour, while the Grove engaged in indiscriminate contradiction, and finally the promotion of good feeling was declared to have gone ahead at an amazing rate.

75 Leave a comment on paragraph 75 0 I tell this lightly, but it was no light thing to me. For, I cannot adequately express what pain it gave me to think that Estella should show any favor to a contemptible, clumsy, sulky booby, so very far below the average. To the present moment, I believe it to have been referable to some pure fire of generosity and disinterestedness in my love for her, that I could not endure the thought of her stooping to that hound. No doubt I should have been miserable whomsoever she had favored; but a worthier object would have caused me a different kind and degree of distress.

76 Leave a comment on paragraph 76 0 It was easy for me to find out, and I did soon find out, that Drummle had begun to follow her closely, and that she allowed him to do it. A little while, and he was always in pursuit of her, and he and I crossed one another every day. He held on, in a dull persistent way, and Estella held him on; now with encouragement, now with discouragement, now almost flattering him, now openly despising him, now knowing him very well, now scarcely remembering who he was.

77 Leave a comment on paragraph 77 0 The Spider, as Mr. Jaggers had called him, was used to lying in wait, however, and had the patience of his tribe. Added to that, he had a blockhead confidence in his money and in his family greatness, which sometimes did him good service,—almost taking the place of concentration and determined purpose. So, the Spider, doggedly watching Estella, outwatched many brighter insects, and would often uncoil himself and drop at the right nick of time.

78 Leave a comment on paragraph 78 0 At a certain Assembly Ball at Richmond (there used to be Assembly Balls at most places then), where Estella had outshone all other beauties, this blundering Drummle so hung about her, and with so much toleration on her part, that I resolved to speak to her concerning him. I took the next opportunity; which was when she was waiting for Mrs. Blandley to take her home, and was sitting apart among some flowers, ready to go. I was with her, for I almost always accompanied them to and from such places.

79 Leave a comment on paragraph 79 0 “Are you tired, Estella?”

80 Leave a comment on paragraph 80 0 “Rather, Pip.”

81 Leave a comment on paragraph 81 0 “You should be.”

82 Leave a comment on paragraph 82 0 “Say rather, I should not be; for I have my letter to Satis House to write, before I go to sleep.”

83 Leave a comment on paragraph 83 0 “Recounting to-night’s triumph?” said I. “Surely a very poor one, Estella.”

84 Leave a comment on paragraph 84 0 “What do you mean? I didn’t know there had been any.”

85 Leave a comment on paragraph 85 0 “Estella,” said I, “do look at that fellow in the corner yonder, who is looking over here at us.”

86 Leave a comment on paragraph 86 0 “Why should I look at him?” returned Estella, with her eyes on me instead. “What is there in that fellow in the corner yonder,—to use your words,—that I need look at?”

87 Leave a comment on paragraph 87 0 “Indeed, that is the very question I want to ask you,” said I. “For he has been hovering about you all night.”

88 Leave a comment on paragraph 88 0 “Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures,” replied Estella, with a glance towards him, “hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?”

89 Leave a comment on paragraph 89 0 “No,” I returned; “but cannot the Estella help it?”

90 Leave a comment on paragraph 90 0 “Well!” said she, laughing, after a moment, “perhaps. Yes. Anything you like.”

91 Leave a comment on paragraph 91 0 “But, Estella, do hear me speak. It makes me wretched that you should encourage a man so generally despised as Drummle. You know he is despised.”

92 Leave a comment on paragraph 92 0 “Well?” said she.

93 Leave a comment on paragraph 93 0 “You know he is as ungainly within as without. A deficient, ill-tempered, lowering, stupid fellow.”

94 Leave a comment on paragraph 94 0 “Well?” said she.

95 Leave a comment on paragraph 95 0 “You know he has nothing to recommend him but money and a ridiculous roll of addle-headed predecessors; now, don’t you?”

96 Leave a comment on paragraph 96 0 “Well?” said she again; and each time she said it, she opened her lovely eyes the wider.

97 Leave a comment on paragraph 97 0 To overcome the difficulty of getting past that monosyllable, I took it from her, and said, repeating it with emphasis, “Well! Then, that is why it makes me wretched.”

98 Leave a comment on paragraph 98 0 Now, if I could have believed that she favored Drummle with any idea of making me—me—wretched, I should have been in better heart about it; but in that habitual way of hers, she put me so entirely out of the question, that I could believe nothing of the kind.

99 Leave a comment on paragraph 99 0 “Pip,” said Estella, casting her glance over the room, “don’t be foolish about its effect on you. It may have its effect on others, and may be meant to have. It’s not worth discussing.”

100 Leave a comment on paragraph 100 0 “Yes it is,” said I, “because I cannot bear that people should say, ‘she throws away her graces and attractions on a mere boor, the lowest in the crowd.'”

101 Leave a comment on paragraph 101 0 “I can bear it,” said Estella.

102 Leave a comment on paragraph 102 0 “Oh! don’t be so proud, Estella, and so inflexible.”

103 Leave a comment on paragraph 103 0 “Calls me proud and inflexible in this breath!” said Estella, opening her hands. “And in his last breath reproached me for stooping to a boor!”

104 Leave a comment on paragraph 104 0 “There is no doubt you do,” said I, something hurriedly, “for I have seen you give him looks and smiles this very night, such as you never give to—me.”

105 Leave a comment on paragraph 105 0 “Do you want me then,” said Estella, turning suddenly with a fixed and serious, if not angry, look, “to deceive and entrap you?”

106 Leave a comment on paragraph 106 0 “Do you deceive and entrap him, Estella?”

107 Leave a comment on paragraph 107 0 “Yes, and many others,—all of them but you. Here is Mrs. Brandley. I’ll say no more.”

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109 Leave a comment on paragraph 109 0 And now that I have given the one chapter to the theme that so filled my heart, and so often made it ache and ache again, I pass on unhindered, to the event that had impended over me longer yet; the event that had begun to be prepared for, before I knew that the world held Estella, and in the days when her baby intelligence was receiving its first distortions from Miss Havisham’s wasting hands.

110 Leave a comment on paragraph 110 0 In the Eastern story, the heavy slab that was to fall on the bed of state in the flush of conquest was slowly wrought out of the quarry, the tunnel for the rope to hold it in its place was slowly carried through the leagues of rock, the slab was slowly raised and fitted in the roof, the rope was rove to it and slowly taken through the miles of hollow to the great iron ring. All being made ready with much labor, and the hour come, the sultan was aroused in the dead of the night, and the sharpened axe that was to sever the rope from the great iron ring was put into his hand, and he struck with it, and the rope parted and rushed away, and the ceiling fell. So, in my case; all the work, near and afar, that tended to the end, had been accomplished; and in an instant the blow was struck, and the roof of my stronghold dropped upon me.

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