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She
carried
a
bare
candle
in
her
hand
,
which
she
had
probably
taken
from
one
of
the
sconces
in
her
own
room
,
and
was
a
most
unearthly
object
by
its
light
.
Standing
at
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
,
I
felt
the
mildewed
air
of
the
feast
-
chamber
,
without
seeing
her
open
the
door
,
and
I
heard
her
walking
there
,
and
so
across
into
her
own
room
,
and
so
across
again
into
that
,
never
ceasing
the
low
cry
.
After
a
time
,
I
tried
in
the
dark
both
to
get
out
,
and
to
go
back
,
but
I
could
do
neither
until
some
streaks
of
day
strayed
in
and
showed
me
where
to
lay
my
hands
.
During
the
whole
interval
,
whenever
I
went
to
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
,
I
heard
her
footstep
,
saw
her
light
pass
above
,
and
heard
her
ceaseless
low
cry
.
Before
we
left
next
day
,
there
was
no
revival
of
the
difference
between
her
and
Estella
,
nor
was
it
ever
revived
on
any
similar
occasion
;
and
there
were
four
similar
occasions
,
to
the
best
of
my
remembrance
.
Nor
,
did
Miss
Havisham
’
s
manner
towards
Estella
in
anywise
change
,
except
that
I
believed
it
to
have
something
like
fear
infused
among
its
former
characteristics
.
It
is
impossible
to
turn
this
leaf
of
my
life
,
without
putting
Bentley
Drummle
’
s
name
upon
it
;
or
I
would
,
very
gladly
.
On
a
certain
occasion
when
the
Finches
were
assembled
in
force
,
and
when
good
feeling
was
being
promoted
in
the
usual
manner
by
nobody
’
s
agreeing
with
anybody
else
,
the
presiding
Finch
called
the
Grove
to
order
,
forasmuch
as
Mr
.
Drummle
had
not
yet
toasted
a
lady
;
which
,
according
to
the
solemn
constitution
of
the
society
,
it
was
the
brute
’
s
turn
to
do
that
day
.
I
thought
I
saw
him
leer
in
an
ugly
way
at
me
while
the
decanters
were
going
round
,
but
as
there
was
no
love
lost
between
us
,
that
might
easily
be
.
What
was
my
indignant
surprise
when
he
called
upon
the
company
to
pledge
him
to
"
Estella
!
"
"
Estella
who
?
"
said
I
.
"
Never
you
mind
,
"
retorted
Drummle
.
"
Estella
of
where
?
"
said
I
.
"
You
are
bound
to
say
of
where
.
"
Which
he
was
,
as
a
Finch
.
"
Of
Richmond
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
Drummle
,
putting
me
out
of
the
question
,
"
and
a
peerless
beauty
.
"
Much
he
knew
about
peerless
beauties
,
a
mean
,
miserable
idiot
!
I
whispered
Herbert
.
