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I
think
Miss
Pocket
was
conscious
that
the
sight
of
me
involved
her
in
the
danger
of
being
goaded
to
madness
,
and
perhaps
tearing
off
her
cap
—
which
was
a
very
hideous
one
,
in
the
nature
of
a
muslin
mop
—
and
strewing
the
ground
with
her
hair
—
which
assuredly
had
never
grown
on
her
head
.
She
did
not
appear
when
we
afterwards
went
up
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
room
,
and
we
four
played
at
whist
.
In
the
interval
,
Miss
Havisham
,
in
a
fantastic
way
,
had
put
some
of
the
most
beautiful
jewels
from
her
dressing
-
table
into
Estella
’
s
hair
,
and
about
her
bosom
and
arms
;
and
I
saw
even
my
guardian
look
at
her
from
under
his
thick
eyebrows
,
and
raise
them
a
little
,
when
her
loveliness
was
before
him
,
with
those
rich
flushes
of
glitter
and
color
in
it
.
Of
the
manner
and
extent
to
which
he
took
our
trumps
into
custody
,
and
came
out
with
mean
little
cards
at
the
ends
of
hands
,
before
which
the
glory
of
our
Kings
and
Queens
was
utterly
abased
,
I
say
nothing
;
nor
,
of
the
feeling
that
I
had
,
respecting
his
looking
upon
us
personally
in
the
light
of
three
very
obvious
and
poor
riddles
that
he
had
found
out
long
ago
.
What
I
suffered
from
,
was
the
incompatibility
between
his
cold
presence
and
my
feelings
towards
Estella
.
It
was
not
that
I
knew
I
could
never
bear
to
speak
to
him
about
her
,
that
I
knew
I
could
never
bear
to
hear
him
creak
his
boots
at
her
,
that
I
knew
I
could
never
bear
to
see
him
wash
his
hands
of
her
;
it
was
,
that
my
admiration
should
be
within
a
foot
or
two
of
him
—
it
was
,
that
my
feelings
should
be
in
the
same
place
with
him
—
that
,
was
the
agonizing
circumstance
.
We
played
until
nine
o
’
clock
,
and
then
it
was
arranged
that
when
Estella
came
to
London
I
should
be
forewarned
of
her
coming
and
should
meet
her
at
the
coach
;
and
then
I
took
leave
of
her
,
and
touched
her
and
left
her
.
My
guardian
lay
at
the
Boar
in
the
next
room
to
mine
Far
into
the
night
,
Miss
Havisham
’
s
words
,
"
Love
her
,
love
her
,
love
her
!
"
sounded
in
my
ears
.
I
adapted
them
for
my
own
repetition
,
and
said
to
my
pillow
,
"
I
love
her
,
I
love
her
,
I
love
her
!
"
hundreds
of
times
.
Then
,
a
burst
of
gratitude
came
upon
me
,
that
she
should
be
destined
for
me
,
once
the
blacksmith
’
s
boy
.
Then
I
thought
if
she
were
,
as
I
feared
,
by
no
means
rapturously
grateful
for
that
destiny
yet
,
when
would
she
begin
to
be
interested
in
me
?
When
should
I
awaken
the
heart
within
her
that
was
mute
and
sleeping
now
?
Ah
me
!
I
thought
those
were
high
and
great
emotions
.
But
I
never
thought
there
was
anything
low
and
small
in
my
keeping
away
from
Joe
,
because
I
knew
she
would
be
contemptuous
of
him
.
It
was
but
a
day
gone
,
and
Joe
had
brought
the
tears
into
my
eyes
;
they
had
soon
dried
,
God
forgive
me
!
soon
dried
.
After
well
considering
the
matter
while
I
was
dressing
at
the
Blue
Boar
in
the
morning
,
I
resolved
to
tell
my
guardian
that
I
doubted
Orlick
’
s
being
the
right
sort
of
man
to
fill
a
post
of
trust
at
Miss
Havisham
’
s
.
"
Why
of
course
he
is
not
the
right
sort
of
man
,
Pip
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
comfortably
satisfied
beforehand
on
the
general
head
,
"
because
the
man
who
fills
the
post
of
trust
never
is
the
right
sort
of
man
.
"
It
seemed
quite
to
put
him
into
spirits
to
find
that
this
particular
post
was
not
exceptionally
held
by
the
right
sort
of
man
,
and
he
listened
in
a
satisfied
manner
while
I
told
him
what
knowledge
I
had
of
Orlick
.
"
Very
good
,
Pip
,
"
he
observed
,
when
I
had
concluded
,
"
I
’
ll
go
round
presently
,
and
pay
our
friend
off
.
"
Rather
alarmed
by
this
summary
action
,
I
was
for
a
little
delay
,
and
even
hinted
that
our
friend
himself
might
be
difficult
to
deal
with
.
"
Oh
no
he
won
’
t
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
making
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
-
point
,
with
perfect
confidence
;
"
I
should
like
to
see
him
argue
the
question
with
me
.
"
As
we
were
going
back
together
to
London
by
the
midday
coach
,
and
as
I
breakfasted
under
such
terrors
of
Pumblechook
that
I
could
scarcely
hold
my
cup
,
this
gave
me
an
opportunity
of
saying
that
I
wanted
a
walk
,
and
that
I
would
go
on
along
the
London
road
while
Mr
.
Jaggers
was
occupied
,
if
he
would
let
the
coachman
know
that
I
would
get
into
my
place
when
overtaken
.
I
was
thus
enabled
to
fly
from
the
Blue
Boar
immediately
after
breakfast
.
By
then
making
a
loop
of
about
a
couple
of
miles
into
the
open
country
at
the
back
of
Pumblechook
’
s
premises
,
I
got
round
into
the
High
Street
again
,
a
little
beyond
that
pitfall
,
and
felt
myself
in
comparative
security
.
