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What
was
it
that
was
borne
in
upon
my
mind
when
she
stood
still
and
looked
attentively
at
me
?
Anything
that
I
had
seen
in
Miss
Havisham
?
No
.
In
some
of
her
looks
and
gestures
there
was
that
tinge
of
resemblance
to
Miss
Havisham
which
may
often
be
noticed
to
have
been
acquired
by
children
,
from
grown
person
with
whom
they
have
been
much
associated
and
secluded
,
and
which
,
when
childhood
is
passed
,
will
produce
a
remarkable
occasional
likeness
of
expression
between
faces
that
are
otherwise
quite
different
.
And
yet
I
could
not
trace
this
to
Miss
Havisham
.
I
looked
again
,
and
though
she
was
still
looking
at
me
,
the
suggestion
was
gone
.
What
was
it
?
"
I
am
serious
,
"
said
Estella
,
not
so
much
with
a
frown
(
for
her
brow
was
smooth
)
as
with
a
darkening
of
her
face
;
"
if
we
are
to
be
thrown
much
together
,
you
had
better
believe
it
at
once
.
No
!
"
imperiously
stopping
me
as
I
opened
my
lips
.
"
I
have
not
bestowed
my
tenderness
anywhere
.
I
have
never
had
any
such
thing
.
"
In
another
moment
we
were
in
the
brewery
,
so
long
disused
,
and
she
pointed
to
the
high
gallery
where
I
had
seen
her
going
out
on
that
same
first
day
,
and
told
me
she
remembered
to
have
been
up
there
,
and
to
have
seen
me
standing
scared
below
.
As
my
eyes
followed
her
white
hand
,
again
the
same
dim
suggestion
that
I
could
not
possibly
grasp
crossed
me
.
My
involuntary
start
occasioned
her
to
lay
her
hand
upon
my
arm
.
Instantly
the
ghost
passed
once
more
and
was
gone
.
What
was
it
?
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
asked
Estella
.
"
Are
you
scared
again
?
"
"
I
should
be
,
if
I
believed
what
you
said
just
now
,
"
I
replied
,
to
turn
it
off
.
"
Then
you
don
’
t
?
Very
well
.
It
is
said
,
at
any
rate
.
Miss
Havisham
will
soon
be
expecting
you
at
your
old
post
,
though
I
think
that
might
be
laid
aside
now
,
with
other
old
belongings
.
Let
us
make
one
more
round
of
the
garden
,
and
then
go
in
.
Come
!
You
shall
not
shed
tears
for
my
cruelty
to
-
day
;
you
shall
be
my
Page
,
and
give
me
your
shoulder
.
"
Her
handsome
dress
had
trailed
upon
the
ground
.
She
held
it
in
one
hand
now
,
and
with
the
other
lightly
touched
my
shoulder
as
we
walked
.
We
walked
round
the
ruined
garden
twice
or
thrice
more
,
and
it
was
all
in
bloom
for
me
.
If
the
green
and
yellow
growth
of
weed
in
the
chinks
of
the
old
wall
had
been
the
most
precious
flowers
that
ever
blew
,
it
could
not
have
been
more
cherished
in
my
remembrance
.
