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"
Why
don
’
t
you
cry
again
,
you
little
wretch
?
"
"
Because
I
’
ll
never
cry
for
you
again
,
"
said
I
.
Which
was
,
I
suppose
,
as
false
a
declaration
as
ever
was
made
;
for
I
was
inwardly
crying
for
her
then
,
and
I
know
what
I
know
of
the
pain
she
cost
me
afterwards
.
We
went
on
our
way
up
stairs
after
this
episode
;
and
,
as
we
were
going
up
,
we
met
a
gentleman
groping
his
way
down
.
"
Whom
have
we
here
?
"
asked
the
gentleman
,
stopping
and
looking
at
me
.
"
A
boy
,
"
said
Estella
.
He
was
a
burly
man
of
an
exceedingly
dark
complexion
,
with
an
exceedingly
large
head
,
and
a
corresponding
large
hand
.
He
took
my
chin
in
his
large
hand
and
turned
up
my
face
to
have
a
look
at
me
by
the
light
of
the
candle
.
He
was
prematurely
bald
on
the
top
of
his
head
,
and
had
bushy
black
eyebrows
that
wouldn
’
t
lie
down
but
stood
up
bristling
.
His
eyes
were
set
very
deep
in
his
head
,
and
were
disagreeably
sharp
and
suspicious
.
He
had
a
large
watch
-
chain
,
and
strong
black
dots
where
his
beard
and
whiskers
would
have
been
if
he
had
let
them
.
He
was
nothing
to
me
,
and
I
could
have
had
no
foresight
then
,
that
he
ever
would
be
anything
to
me
,
but
it
happened
that
I
had
this
opportunity
of
observing
him
well
.
"
Boy
of
the
neighborhood
?
Hey
?
"
said
he
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
I
.
"
How
do
you
come
here
?
"
"
Miss
Havisham
sent
for
me
,
sir
,
"
I
explained
.
