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Biddy
looked
down
at
her
child
,
and
put
its
little
hand
to
her
lips
,
and
then
put
the
good
matronly
hand
with
which
she
had
touched
it
into
mine
.
There
was
something
in
the
action
,
and
in
the
light
pressure
of
Biddy
’
s
wedding
-
ring
,
that
had
a
very
pretty
eloquence
in
it
.
"
Dear
Pip
,
"
said
Biddy
,
"
you
are
sure
you
don
’
t
fret
for
her
?
"
"
O
no
—
I
think
not
,
Biddy
.
"
"
Tell
me
as
an
old
,
old
friend
.
Have
you
quite
forgotten
her
?
"
My
dear
Biddy
,
I
have
forgotten
nothing
in
my
life
that
ever
had
a
foremost
place
there
,
and
little
that
ever
had
any
place
there
.
But
that
poor
dream
,
as
I
once
used
to
call
it
,
has
all
gone
by
,
Biddy
—
all
gone
by
!
"
Nevertheless
,
I
knew
,
while
I
said
those
words
,
that
I
secretly
intended
to
revisit
the
site
of
the
old
house
that
evening
,
alone
,
for
her
sake
.
Yes
,
even
so
.
For
Estella
’
s
sake
.
I
had
heard
of
her
as
leading
a
most
unhappy
life
,
and
as
being
separated
from
her
husband
,
who
had
used
her
with
great
cruelty
,
and
who
had
become
quite
renowned
as
a
compound
of
pride
,
avarice
,
brutality
,
and
meanness
.
And
I
had
heard
of
the
death
of
her
husband
,
from
an
accident
consequent
on
his
ill
-
treatment
of
a
horse
.
This
release
had
befallen
her
some
two
years
before
;
for
anything
I
knew
,
she
was
married
again
.
The
early
dinner
hour
at
Joe
’
s
,
left
me
abundance
of
time
,
without
hurrying
my
talk
with
Biddy
,
to
walk
over
to
the
old
spot
before
dark
.
But
,
what
with
loitering
on
the
way
to
look
at
old
objects
and
to
think
of
old
times
,
the
day
had
quite
declined
when
I
came
to
the
place
.
There
was
no
house
now
,
no
brewery
,
no
building
whatever
left
,
but
the
wall
of
the
old
garden
.
The
cleared
space
had
been
enclosed
with
a
rough
fence
,
and
looking
over
it
,
I
saw
that
some
of
the
old
ivy
had
struck
root
anew
,
and
was
growing
green
on
low
quiet
mounds
of
ruin
.
A
gate
in
the
fence
standing
ajar
,
I
pushed
it
open
,
and
went
in
.
A
cold
silvery
mist
had
veiled
the
afternoon
,
and
the
moon
was
not
yet
up
to
scatter
it
.
But
,
the
stars
were
shining
beyond
the
mist
,
and
the
moon
was
coming
,
and
the
evening
was
not
dark
.
I
could
trace
out
where
every
part
of
the
old
house
had
been
,
and
where
the
brewery
had
been
,
and
where
the
gates
,
and
where
the
casks
.
I
had
done
so
,
and
was
looking
along
the
desolate
garden
walk
,
when
I
beheld
a
solitary
figure
in
it
.
