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"
If
I
could
have
settled
down
,
"
I
said
to
Biddy
,
plucking
up
the
short
grass
within
reach
,
much
as
I
had
once
upon
a
time
pulled
my
feelings
out
of
my
hair
and
kicked
them
into
the
brewery
wall
—
"
if
I
could
have
settled
down
and
been
but
half
as
fond
of
the
forge
as
I
was
when
I
was
little
,
I
know
it
would
have
been
much
better
for
me
.
You
and
I
and
Joe
would
have
wanted
nothing
then
,
and
Joe
and
I
would
perhaps
have
gone
partners
when
I
was
out
of
my
time
,
and
I
might
even
have
grown
up
to
keep
company
with
you
,
and
we
might
have
sat
on
this
very
bank
on
a
fine
Sunday
,
quite
different
people
.
I
should
have
been
good
enough
for
you
;
shouldn
’
t
I
,
Biddy
?
"
Biddy
sighed
as
she
looked
at
the
ships
sailing
on
,
and
returned
for
answer
,
"
Yes
;
I
am
not
over
-
particular
.
"
It
scarcely
sounded
flattering
,
but
I
knew
she
meant
well
.
"
Instead
of
that
,
"
said
I
,
plucking
up
more
grass
and
chewing
a
blade
or
two
,
"
see
how
I
am
going
on
.
Dissatisfied
,
and
uncomfortable
,
and
—
what
would
it
signify
to
me
,
being
coarse
and
common
,
if
nobody
had
told
me
so
!
"
Biddy
turned
her
face
suddenly
towards
mine
,
and
looked
far
more
attentively
at
me
than
she
had
looked
at
the
sailing
ships
.
"
It
was
neither
a
very
true
nor
a
very
polite
thing
to
say
,
"
she
remarked
,
directing
her
eyes
to
the
ships
again
.
"
Who
said
it
?
"
I
was
disconcerted
,
for
I
had
broken
away
without
quite
seeing
where
I
was
going
to
.
It
was
not
to
be
shuffled
off
now
,
however
,
and
I
answered
,
"
The
beautiful
young
lady
at
Miss
Havisham
’
s
,
and
she
’
s
more
beautiful
than
anybody
ever
was
,
and
I
admire
her
dreadfully
,
and
I
want
to
be
a
gentleman
on
her
account
.
"
Having
made
this
lunatic
confession
,
I
began
to
throw
my
torn
-
up
grass
into
the
river
,
as
if
I
had
some
thoughts
of
following
it
.
"
Do
you
want
to
be
a
gentleman
,
to
spite
her
or
to
gain
her
over
?
"
Biddy
quietly
asked
me
,
after
a
pause
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
I
moodily
answered
.
"
Because
,
if
it
is
to
spite
her
,
"
Biddy
pursued
,
"
I
should
think
—
but
you
know
best
—
that
might
be
better
and
more
independently
done
by
caring
nothing
for
her
words
.
And
if
it
is
to
gain
her
over
,
I
should
think
—
but
you
know
best
—
she
was
not
worth
gaining
over
.
"
