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"
What
spirit
was
that
?
"
said
I
.
"
I
must
think
a
moment
.
A
spirit
of
contempt
for
the
fawners
and
plotters
.
"
"
If
I
say
yes
,
may
I
kiss
the
cheek
again
?
"
"
You
should
have
asked
before
you
touched
the
hand
.
But
,
yes
,
if
you
like
.
"
I
leaned
down
,
and
her
calm
face
was
like
a
statue
’
s
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Estella
,
gliding
away
the
instant
I
touched
her
cheek
,
"
you
are
to
take
care
that
I
have
some
tea
,
and
you
are
to
take
me
to
Richmond
.
"
Her
reverting
to
this
tone
as
if
our
association
were
forced
upon
us
,
and
we
were
mere
puppets
,
gave
me
pain
;
but
everything
in
our
intercourse
did
give
me
pain
.
Whatever
her
tone
with
me
happened
to
be
,
I
could
put
no
trust
in
it
,
and
build
no
hope
on
it
;
and
yet
I
went
on
against
trust
and
against
hope
.
Why
repeat
it
a
thousand
times
?
So
it
always
was
.
I
rang
for
the
tea
,
and
the
waiter
,
reappearing
with
his
magic
clew
,
brought
in
by
degrees
some
fifty
adjuncts
to
that
refreshment
,
but
of
tea
not
a
glimpse
.
A
teaboard
,
cups
and
saucers
,
plates
,
knives
and
forks
(
including
carvers
)
,
spoons
(
various
)
,
saltcellars
,
a
meek
little
muffin
confined
with
the
utmost
precaution
under
a
strong
iron
cover
,
Moses
in
the
bulrushes
typified
by
a
soft
bit
of
butter
in
a
quantity
of
parsley
,
a
pale
loaf
with
a
powdered
head
,
two
proof
impressions
of
the
bars
of
the
kitchen
fireplace
on
triangular
bits
of
bread
,
and
ultimately
a
fat
family
urn
;
which
the
waiter
staggered
in
with
,
expressing
in
his
countenance
burden
and
suffering
.
After
a
prolonged
absence
at
this
stage
of
the
entertainment
,
he
at
length
came
back
with
a
casket
of
precious
appearance
containing
twigs
.
These
I
steeped
in
hot
water
,
and
so
from
the
whole
of
these
appliances
extracted
one
cup
of
I
don
’
t
know
what
for
Estella
.
The
bill
paid
,
and
the
waiter
remembered
,
and
the
ostler
not
forgotten
,
and
the
chambermaid
taken
into
consideration
—
in
a
word
,
the
whole
house
bribed
into
a
state
of
contempt
and
animosity
,
and
Estella
’
s
purse
much
lightened
—
we
got
into
our
post
-
coach
and
drove
away
.
Turning
into
Cheapside
and
rattling
up
Newgate
Street
,
we
were
soon
under
the
walls
of
which
I
was
so
ashamed
.
"
What
place
is
that
?
"
Estella
asked
me
.
