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She
gradually
withdrew
her
eyes
from
me
,
and
turned
them
on
the
fire
.
After
watching
it
for
what
appeared
in
the
silence
and
by
the
light
of
the
slowly
wasting
candles
to
be
a
long
time
,
she
was
roused
by
the
collapse
of
some
of
the
red
coals
,
and
looked
towards
me
again
—
at
first
,
vacantly
—
then
,
with
a
gradually
concentrating
attention
.
All
this
time
Estella
knitted
on
.
When
Miss
Havisham
had
fixed
her
attention
on
me
,
she
said
,
speaking
as
if
there
had
been
no
lapse
in
our
dialogue
—
"
What
else
?
"
"
Estella
,
"
said
I
,
turning
to
her
now
,
and
trying
to
command
my
trembling
voice
,
"
you
know
I
love
you
.
You
know
that
I
have
loved
you
long
and
dearly
.
"
She
raised
her
eyes
to
my
face
,
on
being
thus
addressed
,
and
her
fingers
plied
their
work
,
and
she
looked
at
me
with
an
unmoved
countenance
.
I
saw
that
Miss
Havisham
glanced
from
me
to
her
,
and
from
her
to
me
.
"
I
should
have
said
this
sooner
,
but
for
my
long
mistake
.
It
induced
me
to
hope
that
Miss
Havisham
meant
us
for
one
another
.
While
I
thought
you
could
not
help
yourself
,
as
it
were
,
I
refrained
from
saying
it
.
But
I
must
say
it
now
.
"
Preserving
her
unmoved
countenance
,
and
with
her
fingers
still
going
,
Estella
shook
her
head
.
"
I
know
,
"
said
I
,
in
answer
to
that
action
—
"
I
know
.
I
have
no
hope
that
I
shall
ever
call
you
mine
,
Estella
.
I
am
ignorant
what
may
become
of
me
very
soon
,
how
poor
I
may
be
,
or
where
I
may
go
.
Still
,
I
love
you
.
I
have
loved
you
ever
since
I
first
saw
you
in
this
house
.
"
Looking
at
me
perfectly
unmoved
and
with
her
fingers
busy
,
she
shook
her
head
again
.
"
It
would
have
been
cruel
in
Miss
Havisham
,
horribly
cruel
,
to
practise
on
the
susceptibility
of
a
poor
boy
,
and
to
torture
me
through
all
these
years
with
a
vain
hope
and
an
idle
pursuit
,
if
she
had
reflected
on
the
gravity
of
what
she
did
.
But
I
think
she
did
not
.
I
think
that
,
in
the
endurance
of
her
own
trial
,
she
forgot
mine
,
Estella
.
"
