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"
Do
you
want
me
then
,
"
said
Estella
,
turning
suddenly
with
a
fixed
and
serious
,
if
not
angry
,
look
,
"
to
deceive
and
entrap
you
?
"
"
Do
you
deceive
and
entrap
him
,
Estella
?
"
"
Yes
,
and
many
others
—
all
of
them
but
you
.
Here
is
Mrs
.
Brandley
.
I
’
ll
say
no
more
.
"
And
now
that
I
have
given
the
one
chapter
to
the
theme
that
so
filled
my
heart
,
and
so
often
made
it
ache
and
ache
again
,
I
pass
on
unhindered
,
to
the
event
that
had
impended
over
me
longer
yet
;
the
event
that
had
begun
to
be
prepared
for
,
before
I
knew
that
the
world
held
Estella
,
and
in
the
days
when
her
baby
intelligence
was
receiving
its
first
distortions
from
Miss
Havisham
’
s
wasting
hands
In
the
Eastern
story
,
the
heavy
slab
that
was
to
fall
on
the
bed
of
state
in
the
flush
of
conquest
was
slowly
wrought
out
of
the
quarry
,
the
tunnel
for
the
rope
to
hold
it
in
its
place
was
slowly
carried
through
the
leagues
of
rock
,
the
slab
was
slowly
raised
and
fitted
in
the
roof
,
the
rope
was
rove
to
it
and
slowly
taken
through
the
miles
of
hollow
to
the
great
iron
ring
.
All
being
made
ready
with
much
labor
,
and
the
hour
come
,
the
sultan
was
aroused
in
the
dead
of
the
night
,
and
the
sharpened
axe
that
was
to
sever
the
rope
from
the
great
iron
ring
was
put
into
his
hand
,
and
he
struck
with
it
,
and
the
rope
parted
and
rushed
away
,
and
the
ceiling
fell
.
So
,
in
my
case
;
all
the
work
,
near
and
afar
,
that
tended
to
the
end
,
had
been
accomplished
;
and
in
an
instant
the
blow
was
struck
,
and
the
roof
of
my
stronghold
dropped
upon
me
.
I
was
three
-
and
-
twenty
years
of
age
.
Not
another
word
had
I
heard
to
enlighten
me
on
the
subject
of
my
expectations
,
and
my
twenty
-
third
birthday
was
a
week
gone
.
We
had
left
Barnard
’
s
Inn
more
than
a
year
,
and
lived
in
the
Temple
.
Our
chambers
were
in
Garden
-
court
,
down
by
the
river
.
Mr
.
Pocket
and
I
had
for
some
time
parted
company
as
to
our
original
relations
,
though
we
continued
on
the
best
terms
.
Notwithstanding
my
inability
to
settle
to
anything
—
which
I
hope
arose
out
of
the
restless
and
incomplete
tenure
on
which
I
held
my
means
—
I
had
a
taste
for
reading
,
and
read
regularly
so
many
hours
a
day
.
That
matter
of
Herbert
’
s
was
still
progressing
,
and
everything
with
me
was
as
I
have
brought
it
down
to
the
close
of
the
last
preceding
chapter
.
Business
had
taken
Herbert
on
a
journey
to
Marseilles
.
I
was
alone
,
and
had
a
dull
sense
of
being
alone
.
Dispirited
and
anxious
,
long
hoping
that
to
-
morrow
or
next
week
would
clear
my
way
,
and
long
disappointed
,
I
sadly
missed
the
cheerful
face
and
ready
response
of
my
friend
.
It
was
wretched
weather
;
stormy
and
wet
,
stormy
and
wet
;
and
mud
,
mud
,
mud
,
deep
in
all
the
streets
.
Day
after
day
,
a
vast
heavy
veil
had
been
driving
over
London
from
the
East
,
and
it
drove
still
,
as
if
in
the
East
there
were
an
Eternity
of
cloud
and
wind
.
So
furious
had
been
the
gusts
,
that
high
buildings
in
town
had
had
the
lead
stripped
off
their
roofs
;
and
in
the
country
,
trees
had
been
torn
up
,
and
sails
of
windmills
carried
away
;
and
gloomy
accounts
had
come
in
from
the
coast
,
of
shipwreck
and
death
.
Violent
blasts
of
rain
had
accompanied
these
rages
of
wind
,
and
the
day
just
closed
as
I
sat
down
to
read
had
been
the
worst
of
all
.
