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"
Did
he
ever
tell
you
he
liked
you
?
"
I
asked
indignantly
.
"
No
,
"
said
Biddy
,
glancing
over
her
shoulder
again
,
"
he
never
told
me
so
;
but
he
dances
at
me
,
whenever
he
can
catch
my
eye
.
"
However
novel
and
peculiar
this
testimony
of
attachment
,
I
did
not
doubt
the
accuracy
of
the
interpretation
.
I
was
very
hot
indeed
upon
Old
Orlick
’
s
daring
to
admire
her
;
as
hot
as
if
it
were
an
outrage
on
myself
.
"
But
it
makes
no
difference
to
you
,
you
know
,
"
said
Biddy
,
calmly
.
"
No
,
Biddy
,
it
makes
no
difference
to
me
;
only
I
don
’
t
like
it
;
I
don
’
t
approve
of
it
.
"
"
Nor
I
neither
,
"
said
Biddy
.
"
Though
that
makes
no
difference
to
you
.
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
I
;
"
but
I
must
tell
you
I
should
have
no
opinion
of
you
,
Biddy
,
if
he
danced
at
you
with
your
own
consent
.
"
I
kept
an
eye
on
Orlick
after
that
night
,
and
,
whenever
circumstances
were
favorable
to
his
dancing
at
Biddy
,
got
before
him
to
obscure
that
demonstration
.
He
had
struck
root
in
Joe
’
s
establishment
,
by
reason
of
my
sister
’
s
sudden
fancy
for
him
,
or
I
should
have
tried
to
get
him
dismissed
.
He
quite
understood
and
reciprocated
my
good
intentions
,
as
I
had
reason
to
know
thereafter
And
now
,
because
my
mind
was
not
confused
enough
before
,
I
complicated
its
confusion
fifty
thousand
-
fold
,
by
having
states
and
seasons
when
I
was
clear
that
Biddy
was
immeasurably
better
than
Estella
,
and
that
the
plain
honest
working
life
to
which
I
was
born
had
nothing
in
it
to
be
ashamed
of
,
but
offered
me
sufficient
means
of
self
-
respect
and
happiness
.
At
those
times
,
I
would
decide
conclusively
that
my
disaffection
to
dear
old
Joe
and
the
forge
was
gone
,
and
that
I
was
growing
up
in
a
fair
way
to
be
partners
with
Joe
and
to
keep
company
with
Biddy
—
when
all
in
a
moment
some
confounding
remembrance
of
the
Havisham
days
would
fall
upon
me
like
a
destructive
missile
,
and
scatter
my
wits
again
.
Scattered
wits
take
a
long
time
picking
up
;
and
often
before
I
had
got
them
well
together
,
they
would
be
dispersed
in
all
directions
by
one
stray
thought
,
that
perhaps
after
all
Miss
Havisham
was
going
to
make
my
fortune
when
my
time
was
out
.
If
my
time
had
run
out
,
it
would
have
left
me
still
at
the
height
of
my
perplexities
,
I
dare
say
.
It
never
did
run
out
,
however
,
but
was
brought
to
a
premature
end
,
as
I
proceed
to
relate
.
