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"
Thank
you
,
Miss
Havisham
,
"
she
returned
,
"
I
am
as
well
as
can
be
expected
.
"
"
Why
,
what
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
asked
Miss
Havisham
,
with
exceeding
sharpness
.
"
Nothing
worth
mentioning
,
"
replied
Camilla
.
"
I
don
’
t
wish
to
make
a
display
of
my
feelings
,
but
I
have
habitually
thought
of
you
more
in
the
night
than
I
am
quite
equal
to
.
"
"
Then
don
’
t
think
of
me
,
"
retorted
Miss
Havisham
.
"
Very
easily
said
!
"
remarked
Camilla
,
amiably
repressing
a
sob
,
while
a
hitch
came
into
her
upper
lip
,
and
her
tears
overflowed
.
"
Raymond
is
a
witness
what
ginger
and
sal
volatile
I
am
obliged
to
take
in
the
night
.
Raymond
is
a
witness
what
nervous
jerkings
I
have
in
my
legs
.
Chokings
and
nervous
jerkings
,
however
,
are
nothing
new
to
me
when
I
think
with
anxiety
of
those
I
love
.
If
I
could
be
less
affectionate
and
sensitive
,
I
should
have
a
better
digestion
and
an
iron
set
of
nerves
.
I
am
sure
I
wish
it
could
be
so
.
But
as
to
not
thinking
of
you
in
the
night
—
The
idea
!
"
Here
,
a
burst
of
tears
.
The
Raymond
referred
to
,
I
understood
to
be
the
gentleman
present
,
and
him
I
understood
to
be
Mr
.
Camilla
.
He
came
to
the
rescue
at
this
point
,
and
said
in
a
consolatory
and
complimentary
voice
,
"
Camilla
,
my
dear
,
it
is
well
known
that
your
family
feelings
are
gradually
undermining
you
to
the
extent
of
making
one
of
your
legs
shorter
than
the
other
.
"
"
I
am
not
aware
,
"
observed
the
grave
lady
whose
voice
I
had
heard
but
once
,
"
that
to
think
of
any
person
is
to
make
a
great
claim
upon
that
person
,
my
dear
.
"
Miss
Sarah
Pocket
,
whom
I
now
saw
to
be
a
little
dry
,
brown
,
corrugated
old
woman
,
with
a
small
face
that
might
have
been
made
of
walnut
-
shells
,
and
a
large
mouth
like
a
cat
’
s
without
the
whiskers
,
supported
this
position
by
saying
,
"
No
,
indeed
,
my
dear
.
Hem
!
"
"
Thinking
is
easy
enough
,
"
said
the
grave
lady
.
