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"
Would
it
be
weakness
to
return
my
love
?
"
exclaimed
Miss
Havisham
.
"
But
yes
,
yes
,
she
would
call
it
so
!
"
"
I
begin
to
think
,
"
said
Estella
,
in
a
musing
way
,
after
another
moment
of
calm
wonder
,
"
that
I
almost
understand
how
this
comes
about
.
If
you
had
brought
up
your
adopted
daughter
wholly
in
the
dark
confinement
of
these
rooms
,
and
had
never
let
her
know
that
there
was
such
a
thing
as
the
daylight
by
which
she
had
never
once
seen
your
face
—
if
you
had
done
that
,
and
then
,
for
a
purpose
had
wanted
her
to
understand
the
daylight
and
know
all
about
it
,
you
would
have
been
disappointed
and
angry
?
"
Miss
Havisham
,
with
her
head
in
her
hands
,
sat
making
a
low
moaning
,
and
swaying
herself
on
her
chair
,
but
gave
no
answer
.
"
Or
,
"
said
Estella
—
"
which
is
a
nearer
case
—
if
you
had
taught
her
,
from
the
dawn
of
her
intelligence
,
with
your
utmost
energy
and
might
,
that
there
was
such
a
thing
as
daylight
,
but
that
it
was
made
to
be
her
enemy
and
destroyer
,
and
she
must
always
turn
against
it
,
for
it
had
blighted
you
and
would
else
blight
her
;
—
if
you
had
done
this
,
and
then
,
for
a
purpose
,
had
wanted
her
to
take
naturally
to
the
daylight
and
she
could
not
do
it
,
you
would
have
been
disappointed
and
angry
?
"
Miss
Havisham
sat
listening
(
or
it
seemed
so
,
for
I
could
not
see
her
face
)
,
but
still
made
no
answer
.
"
So
,
"
said
Estella
,
"
I
must
be
taken
as
I
have
been
made
.
The
success
is
not
mine
,
the
failure
is
not
mine
,
but
the
two
together
make
me
.
"
Miss
Havisham
had
settled
down
,
I
hardly
knew
how
,
upon
the
floor
,
among
the
faded
bridal
relics
with
which
it
was
strewn
.
I
took
advantage
of
the
moment
—
I
had
sought
one
from
the
first
—
to
leave
the
room
,
after
beseeching
Estella
’
s
attention
to
her
,
with
a
movement
of
my
hand
.
When
I
left
,
Estella
was
yet
standing
by
the
great
chimney
-
piece
,
just
as
she
had
stood
throughout
.
Miss
Havisham
’
s
gray
hair
was
all
adrift
upon
the
ground
,
among
the
other
bridal
wrecks
,
and
was
a
miserable
sight
to
see
.
It
was
with
a
depressed
heart
that
I
walked
in
the
starlight
for
an
hour
and
more
,
about
the
courtyard
,
and
about
the
brewery
,
and
about
the
ruined
garden
.
When
I
at
last
took
courage
to
return
to
the
room
,
I
found
Estella
sitting
at
Miss
Havisham
’
s
knee
,
taking
up
some
stitches
in
one
of
those
old
articles
of
dress
that
were
dropping
to
pieces
,
and
of
which
I
have
often
been
reminded
since
by
the
faded
tatters
of
old
banners
that
I
have
seen
hanging
up
in
cathedrals
.
Afterwards
,
Estella
and
I
played
at
cards
,
as
of
yore
—
only
we
were
skilful
now
,
and
played
French
games
—
and
so
the
evening
wore
away
,
and
I
went
to
bed
.
I
lay
in
that
separate
building
across
the
courtyard
.
It
was
the
first
time
I
had
ever
lain
down
to
rest
in
Satis
House
,
and
sleep
refused
to
come
near
me
.
A
thousand
Miss
Havishams
haunted
me
.
She
was
on
this
side
of
my
pillow
,
on
that
,
at
the
head
of
the
bed
,
at
the
foot
,
behind
the
half
-
opened
door
of
the
dressing
-
room
,
in
the
dressing
-
room
,
in
the
room
overhead
,
in
the
room
beneath
—
everywhere
.
At
last
,
when
the
night
was
slow
to
creep
on
towards
two
o
’
clock
,
I
felt
that
I
absolutely
could
no
longer
bear
the
place
as
a
place
to
lie
down
in
,
and
that
I
must
get
up
.
I
therefore
got
up
and
put
on
my
clothes
,
and
went
out
across
the
yard
into
the
long
stone
passage
,
designing
to
gain
the
outer
courtyard
and
walk
there
for
the
relief
of
my
mind
.
But
I
was
no
sooner
in
the
passage
than
I
extinguished
my
candle
;
for
I
saw
Miss
Havisham
going
along
it
in
a
ghostly
manner
,
making
a
low
cry
.
I
followed
her
at
a
distance
,
and
saw
her
go
up
the
staircase
.
