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"
I
think
I
should
like
to
go
home
.
"
"
And
never
see
her
again
,
though
she
is
so
pretty
?
"
"
I
am
not
sure
that
I
shouldn
’
t
like
to
see
her
again
,
but
I
should
like
to
go
home
now
.
"
"
You
shall
go
soon
,
"
said
Miss
Havisham
,
aloud
.
"
Play
the
game
out
.
"
Saving
for
the
one
weird
smile
at
first
,
I
should
have
felt
almost
sure
that
Miss
Havisham
’
s
face
could
not
smile
.
It
had
dropped
into
a
watchful
and
brooding
expression
—
most
likely
when
all
the
things
about
her
had
become
transfixed
—
and
it
looked
as
if
nothing
could
ever
lift
it
up
again
.
Her
chest
had
dropped
,
so
that
she
stooped
;
and
her
voice
had
dropped
,
so
that
she
spoke
low
,
and
with
a
dead
lull
upon
her
;
altogether
,
she
had
the
appearance
of
having
dropped
body
and
soul
,
within
and
without
,
under
the
weight
of
a
crushing
blow
.
I
played
the
game
to
an
end
with
Estella
,
and
she
beggared
me
.
She
threw
the
cards
down
on
the
table
when
she
had
won
them
all
,
as
if
she
despised
them
for
having
been
won
of
me
.
"
When
shall
I
have
you
here
again
?
"
said
Miss
Havisham
.
"
Let
me
think
.
"
I
was
beginning
to
remind
her
that
to
-
day
was
Wednesday
,
when
she
checked
me
with
her
former
impatient
movement
of
the
fingers
of
her
right
hand
.
"
There
,
there
!
I
know
nothing
of
days
of
the
week
;
I
know
nothing
of
weeks
of
the
year
.
Come
again
after
six
days
.
You
hear
?
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
"
