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Biddy
looked
at
me
for
an
instant
,
and
went
on
with
her
sewing
.
"
I
was
your
first
teacher
though
;
wasn
’
t
I
?
"
said
she
,
as
she
sewed
.
"
Biddy
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
in
amazement
.
"
Why
,
you
are
crying
!
"
"
No
I
am
not
,
"
said
Biddy
,
looking
up
and
laughing
.
"
What
put
that
in
your
head
?
"
What
could
have
put
it
in
my
head
but
the
glistening
of
a
tear
as
it
dropped
on
her
work
?
I
sat
silent
,
recalling
what
a
drudge
she
had
been
until
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
successfully
overcame
that
bad
habit
of
living
,
so
highly
desirable
to
be
got
rid
of
by
some
people
.
I
recalled
the
hopeless
circumstances
by
which
she
had
been
surrounded
in
the
miserable
little
shop
and
the
miserable
little
noisy
evening
school
,
with
that
miserable
old
bundle
of
incompetence
always
to
be
dragged
and
shouldered
.
I
reflected
that
even
in
those
untoward
times
there
must
have
been
latent
in
Biddy
what
was
now
developing
,
for
,
in
my
first
uneasiness
and
discontent
I
had
turned
to
her
for
help
,
as
a
matter
of
course
.
Biddy
sat
quietly
sewing
,
shedding
no
more
tears
,
and
while
I
looked
at
her
and
thought
about
it
all
,
it
occurred
to
me
that
perhaps
I
had
not
been
sufficiently
grateful
to
Biddy
.
I
might
have
been
too
reserved
,
and
should
have
patronized
her
more
(
though
I
did
not
use
that
precise
word
in
my
meditations
)
with
my
confidence
.
"
Yes
,
Biddy
,
"
I
observed
,
when
I
had
done
turning
it
over
,
"
you
were
my
first
teacher
,
and
that
at
a
time
when
we
little
thought
of
ever
being
together
like
this
,
in
this
kitchen
.
"
"
Ah
,
poor
thing
!
"
replied
Biddy
.
It
was
like
her
self
-
forgetfulness
to
transfer
the
remark
to
my
sister
,
and
to
get
up
and
be
busy
about
her
,
making
her
more
comfortable
;
"
that
’
s
sadly
true
!
"
"
Well
!
"
said
I
,
"
we
must
talk
together
a
little
more
,
as
we
used
to
do
.
And
I
must
consult
you
a
little
more
,
as
I
used
to
do
.
Let
us
have
a
quiet
walk
on
the
marshes
next
Sunday
,
Biddy
,
and
a
long
chat
.
"
My
sister
was
never
left
alone
now
;
but
Joe
more
than
readily
undertook
the
care
of
her
on
that
Sunday
afternoon
,
and
Biddy
and
I
went
out
together
.
It
was
summer
-
time
,
and
lovely
weather
.
When
we
had
passed
the
village
and
the
church
and
the
churchyard
,
and
were
out
on
the
marshes
and
began
to
see
the
sails
of
the
ships
as
they
sailed
on
,
I
began
to
combine
Miss
Havisham
and
Estella
with
the
prospect
,
in
my
usual
way
.
When
we
came
to
the
river
-
side
and
sat
down
on
the
bank
,
with
the
water
rippling
at
our
feet
,
making
it
all
more
quiet
than
it
would
have
been
without
that
sound
,
I
resolved
that
it
was
a
good
time
and
place
for
the
admission
of
Biddy
into
my
inner
confidence
.
