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"
Not
on
any
account
,
"
returned
Herbert
;
"
but
a
public
-
house
may
keep
a
gentleman
.
Well
!
Mr
.
Havisham
was
very
rich
and
very
proud
.
So
was
his
daughter
.
"
"
Miss
Havisham
was
an
only
child
?
"
I
hazarded
.
"
Stop
a
moment
,
I
am
coming
to
that
.
No
,
she
was
not
an
only
child
;
she
had
a
half
-
brother
.
Her
father
privately
married
again
—
his
cook
,
I
rather
think
.
"
"
I
thought
he
was
proud
,
"
said
I
.
"
My
good
Handel
,
so
he
was
.
He
married
his
second
wife
privately
,
because
he
was
proud
,
and
in
course
of
time
she
died
.
When
she
was
dead
,
I
apprehend
he
first
told
his
daughter
what
he
had
done
,
and
then
the
son
became
a
part
of
the
family
,
residing
in
the
house
you
are
acquainted
with
.
As
the
son
grew
a
young
man
,
he
turned
out
riotous
,
extravagant
,
undutiful
—
altogether
bad
.
At
last
his
father
disinherited
him
;
but
he
softened
when
he
was
dying
,
and
left
him
well
off
,
though
not
nearly
so
well
off
as
Miss
Havisham
.
—
Take
another
glass
of
wine
,
and
excuse
my
mentioning
that
society
as
a
body
does
not
expect
one
to
be
so
strictly
conscientious
in
emptying
one
’
s
glass
,
as
to
turn
it
bottom
upwards
with
the
rim
on
one
’
s
nose
.
"
I
had
been
doing
this
,
in
an
excess
of
attention
to
his
recital
.
I
thanked
him
,
and
apologized
.
He
said
,
"
Not
at
all
,
"
and
resumed
.
"
Miss
Havisham
was
now
an
heiress
,
and
you
may
suppose
was
looked
after
as
a
great
match
.
Her
half
-
brother
had
now
ample
means
again
,
but
what
with
debts
and
what
with
new
madness
wasted
them
most
fearfully
again
.
There
were
stronger
differences
between
him
and
her
than
there
had
been
between
him
and
his
father
,
and
it
is
suspected
that
he
cherished
a
deep
and
mortal
grudge
against
her
as
having
influenced
the
father
’
s
anger
.
Now
,
I
come
to
the
cruel
part
of
the
story
—
merely
breaking
off
,
my
dear
Handel
,
to
remark
that
a
dinner
-
napkin
will
not
go
into
a
tumbler
.
"
Why
I
was
trying
to
pack
mine
into
my
tumbler
,
I
am
wholly
unable
to
say
.
I
only
know
that
I
found
myself
,
with
a
perseverance
worthy
of
a
much
better
cause
,
making
the
most
strenuous
exertions
to
compress
it
within
those
limits
.
Again
I
thanked
him
and
apologized
,
and
again
he
said
in
the
cheerfullest
manner
,
"
Not
at
all
,
I
am
sure
!
"
and
resumed
.
"
There
appeared
upon
the
scene
—
say
at
the
races
,
or
the
public
balls
,
or
anywhere
else
you
like
—
a
certain
man
,
who
made
love
to
Miss
Havisham
.
