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"
I
ought
to
have
,
"
said
Herbert
,
"
for
I
have
not
much
else
.
I
must
acknowledge
,
by
the
by
,
that
the
good
sense
of
what
I
have
just
said
is
not
my
own
,
but
my
father
’
s
.
The
only
remark
I
ever
heard
him
make
on
your
story
,
was
the
final
one
,
"
The
thing
is
settled
and
done
,
or
Mr
.
Jaggers
would
not
be
in
it
.
"
And
now
before
I
say
anything
more
about
my
father
,
or
my
father
’
s
son
,
and
repay
confidence
with
confidence
,
I
want
to
make
myself
seriously
disagreeable
to
you
for
a
moment
—
positively
repulsive
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
succeed
,
"
said
I
.
"
O
yes
I
shall
!
"
said
he
.
"
One
,
two
,
three
,
and
now
I
am
in
for
it
.
Handel
,
my
good
fellow
;
"
—
though
he
spoke
in
this
light
tone
,
he
was
very
much
in
earnest
—
"
I
have
been
thinking
since
we
have
been
talking
with
our
feet
on
this
fender
,
that
Estella
surely
cannot
be
a
condition
of
your
inheritance
,
if
she
was
never
referred
to
by
your
guardian
.
Am
I
right
in
so
understanding
what
you
have
told
me
,
as
that
he
never
referred
to
her
,
directly
or
indirectly
,
in
any
way
?
Never
even
hinted
,
for
instance
,
that
your
patron
might
have
views
as
to
your
marriage
ultimately
?
"
"
Never
.
"
"
Now
,
Handel
,
I
am
quite
free
from
the
flavor
of
sour
grapes
,
upon
my
soul
and
honor
!
Not
being
bound
to
her
,
can
you
not
detach
yourself
from
her
?
—
I
told
you
I
should
be
disagreeable
.
"
I
turned
my
head
aside
,
for
,
with
a
rush
and
a
sweep
,
like
the
old
marsh
winds
coming
up
from
the
sea
,
a
feeling
like
that
which
had
subdued
me
on
the
morning
when
I
left
the
forge
,
when
the
mists
were
solemnly
rising
,
and
when
I
laid
my
hand
upon
the
village
finger
-
post
,
smote
upon
my
heart
again
.
There
was
silence
between
us
for
a
little
while
.
"
Yes
;
but
my
dear
Handel
,
"
Herbert
went
on
,
as
if
we
had
been
talking
,
instead
of
silent
,
"
its
having
been
so
strongly
rooted
in
the
breast
of
a
boy
whom
nature
and
circumstances
made
so
romantic
,
renders
it
very
serious
.
Think
of
her
bringing
-
up
,
and
think
of
Miss
Havisham
.
Think
of
what
she
is
herself
(
now
I
am
repulsive
and
you
abominate
me
)
.
This
may
lead
to
miserable
things
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
Herbert
,
"
said
I
,
with
my
head
still
turned
away
,
"
but
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
"
