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What
more
could
I
hope
to
do
by
prolonging
the
interview
?
I
had
succeeded
on
behalf
of
Herbert
,
Miss
Havisham
had
told
me
all
she
knew
of
Estella
,
I
had
said
and
done
what
I
could
to
ease
her
mind
.
No
matter
with
what
other
words
we
parted
;
we
parted
.
Twilight
was
closing
in
when
I
went
down
stairs
into
the
natural
air
.
I
called
to
the
woman
who
had
opened
the
gate
when
I
entered
,
that
I
would
not
trouble
her
just
yet
,
but
would
walk
round
the
place
before
leaving
.
For
I
had
a
presentiment
that
I
should
never
be
there
again
,
and
I
felt
that
the
dying
light
was
suited
to
my
last
view
of
it
.
By
the
wilderness
of
casks
that
I
had
walked
on
long
ago
,
and
on
which
the
rain
of
years
had
fallen
since
,
rotting
them
in
many
places
,
and
leaving
miniature
swamps
and
pools
of
water
upon
those
that
stood
on
end
,
I
made
my
way
to
the
ruined
garden
.
I
went
all
round
it
;
round
by
the
corner
where
Herbert
and
I
had
fought
our
battle
;
round
by
the
paths
where
Estella
and
I
had
walked
.
So
cold
,
so
lonely
,
so
dreary
all
!
Taking
the
brewery
on
my
way
back
,
I
raised
the
rusty
latch
of
a
little
door
at
the
garden
end
of
it
,
and
walked
through
.
I
was
going
out
at
the
opposite
door
—
not
easy
to
open
now
,
for
the
damp
wood
had
started
and
swelled
,
and
the
hinges
were
yielding
,
and
the
threshold
was
encumbered
with
a
growth
of
fungus
—
when
I
turned
my
head
to
look
back
.
A
childish
association
revived
with
wonderful
force
in
the
moment
of
the
slight
action
,
and
I
fancied
that
I
saw
Miss
Havisham
hanging
to
the
beam
.
So
strong
was
the
impression
,
that
I
stood
under
the
beam
shuddering
from
head
to
foot
before
I
knew
it
was
a
fancy
—
though
to
be
sure
I
was
there
in
an
instant
.
The
mournfulness
of
the
place
and
time
,
and
the
great
terror
of
this
illusion
,
though
it
was
but
momentary
,
caused
me
to
feel
an
indescribable
awe
as
I
came
out
between
the
open
wooden
gates
where
I
had
once
wrung
my
hair
after
Estella
had
wrung
my
heart
.
Passing
on
into
the
front
courtyard
,
I
hesitated
whether
to
call
the
woman
to
let
me
out
at
the
locked
gate
of
which
she
had
the
key
,
or
first
to
go
up
stairs
and
assure
myself
that
Miss
Havisham
was
as
safe
and
well
as
I
had
left
her
.
I
took
the
latter
course
and
went
up
.
I
looked
into
the
room
where
I
had
left
her
,
and
I
saw
her
seated
in
the
ragged
chair
upon
the
hearth
close
to
the
fire
,
with
her
back
towards
me
.
In
the
moment
when
I
was
withdrawing
my
head
to
go
quietly
away
,
I
saw
a
great
flaming
light
spring
up
.
In
the
same
moment
I
saw
her
running
at
me
,
shrieking
,
with
a
whirl
of
fire
blazing
all
about
her
,
and
soaring
at
least
as
many
feet
above
her
head
as
she
was
high
.
I
had
a
double
-
caped
great
-
coat
on
,
and
over
my
arm
another
thick
coat
.
That
I
got
them
off
,
closed
with
her
,
threw
her
down
,
and
got
them
over
her
;
that
I
dragged
the
great
cloth
from
the
table
for
the
same
purpose
,
and
with
it
dragged
down
the
heap
of
rottenness
in
the
midst
,
and
all
the
ugly
things
that
sheltered
there
;
that
we
were
on
the
ground
struggling
like
desperate
enemies
,
and
that
the
closer
I
covered
her
,
the
more
wildly
she
shrieked
and
tried
to
free
herself
—
that
this
occurred
I
knew
through
the
result
,
but
not
through
anything
I
felt
,
or
thought
,
or
knew
I
did
.
I
knew
nothing
until
I
knew
that
we
were
on
the
floor
by
the
great
table
,
and
that
patches
of
tinder
yet
alight
were
floating
in
the
smoky
air
,
which
,
a
moment
ago
,
had
been
her
faded
bridal
dress
.
Then
,
I
looked
round
and
saw
the
disturbed
beetles
and
spiders
running
away
over
the
floor
,
and
the
servants
coming
in
with
breathless
cries
at
the
door
.
I
still
held
her
forcibly
down
with
all
my
strength
,
like
a
prisoner
who
might
escape
;
and
I
doubt
if
I
even
knew
who
she
was
,
or
why
we
had
struggled
,
or
that
she
had
been
in
flames
,
or
that
the
flames
were
out
,
until
I
saw
the
patches
of
tinder
that
had
been
her
garments
no
longer
alight
but
falling
in
a
black
shower
around
us
.
She
was
insensible
,
and
I
was
afraid
to
have
her
moved
,
or
even
touched
.
Assistance
was
sent
for
,
and
I
held
her
until
it
came
,
as
if
I
unreasonably
fancied
(
I
think
I
did
)
that
,
if
I
let
her
go
,
the
fire
would
break
out
again
and
consume
her
.
When
I
got
up
,
on
the
surgeon
’
s
coming
to
her
with
other
aid
,
I
was
astonished
to
see
that
both
my
hands
were
burnt
;
for
,
I
had
no
knowledge
of
it
through
the
sense
of
feeling
.
