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There
was
no
discrepancy
of
years
between
us
to
remove
her
far
from
me
;
we
were
of
nearly
the
same
age
,
though
of
course
the
age
told
for
more
in
her
case
than
in
mine
;
but
the
air
of
inaccessibility
which
her
beauty
and
her
manner
gave
her
,
tormented
me
in
the
midst
of
my
delight
,
and
at
the
height
of
the
assurance
I
felt
that
our
patroness
had
chosen
us
for
one
another
.
Wretched
boy
!
At
last
we
went
back
into
the
house
,
and
there
I
heard
,
with
surprise
,
that
my
guardian
had
come
down
to
see
Miss
Havisham
on
business
,
and
would
come
back
to
dinner
.
The
old
wintry
branches
of
chandeliers
in
the
room
where
the
mouldering
table
was
spread
had
been
lighted
while
we
were
out
,
and
Miss
Havisham
was
in
her
chair
and
waiting
for
me
.
It
was
like
pushing
the
chair
itself
back
into
the
past
,
when
we
began
the
old
slow
circuit
round
about
the
ashes
of
the
bridal
feast
.
But
,
in
the
funereal
room
,
with
that
figure
of
the
grave
fallen
back
in
the
chair
fixing
its
eyes
upon
her
,
Estella
looked
more
bright
and
beautiful
than
before
,
and
I
was
under
stronger
enchantment
.
The
time
so
melted
away
,
that
our
early
dinner
-
hour
drew
close
at
hand
,
and
Estella
left
us
to
prepare
herself
.
We
had
stopped
near
the
centre
of
the
long
table
,
and
Miss
Havisham
,
with
one
of
her
withered
arms
stretched
out
of
the
chair
,
rested
that
clenched
hand
upon
the
yellow
cloth
.
As
Estella
looked
back
over
her
shoulder
before
going
out
at
the
door
,
Miss
Havisham
kissed
that
hand
to
her
,
with
a
ravenous
intensity
that
was
of
its
kind
quite
dreadful
.
Then
,
Estella
being
gone
and
we
two
left
alone
,
she
turned
to
me
,
and
said
in
a
whisper
—
"
Is
she
beautiful
,
graceful
,
well
-
grown
?
Do
you
admire
her
?
"
"
Everybody
must
who
sees
her
,
Miss
Havisham
.
"
She
drew
an
arm
round
my
neck
,
and
drew
my
head
close
down
to
hers
as
she
sat
in
the
chair
.
"
Love
her
,
love
her
,
love
her
!
How
does
she
use
you
?
"
Before
I
could
answer
(
if
I
could
have
answered
so
difficult
a
question
at
all
)
she
repeated
,
"
Love
her
,
love
her
,
love
her
!
If
she
favors
you
,
love
her
.
If
she
wounds
you
,
love
her
.
If
she
tears
your
heart
to
pieces
—
and
as
it
gets
older
and
stronger
it
will
tear
deeper
—
love
her
,
love
her
,
love
her
!
"
