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”
Then
he
clenched
his
hand
suddenly
and
turned
on
her
.
“
Where
’
s
the
child
?
”
he
demanded
.
“
He
’
s
going
with
me
!
He
is
done
with
you
,
and
so
am
I
!
”
And
just
as
he
finished
saying
the
words
,
the
door
leading
into
the
bedroom
opened
a
little
,
and
the
boy
,
probably
attracted
by
the
sound
of
the
loud
voices
,
looked
in
.
He
was
not
a
handsome
boy
,
but
he
had
rather
a
nice
face
,
and
he
was
quite
like
Ben
,
his
father
,
as
any
one
could
see
,
and
there
was
the
three
-
cornered
scar
on
his
chin
.
Ben
walked
up
to
him
and
took
his
hand
,
and
his
own
was
trembling
.
“
Yes
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
could
swear
to
him
,
too
.
Tom
,
”
he
said
to
the
little
fellow
,
“
I
’
m
your
father
;
I
’
ve
come
to
take
you
away
.
Where
’
s
your
hat
?
”
The
boy
pointed
to
where
it
lay
on
a
chair
.
It
evidently
rather
pleased
him
to
hear
that
he
was
going
away
.
He
had
been
so
accustomed
to
queer
experiences
that
it
did
not
surprise
him
to
be
told
by
a
stranger
that
he
was
his
father
.
He
objected
so
much
to
the
woman
who
had
come
a
few
months
before
to
the
place
where
he
had
lived
since
his
babyhood
,
and
who
had
suddenly
announced
that
she
was
his
mother
,
that
he
was
quite
ready
for
a
change
.
Ben
took
up
the
hat
and
marched
to
the
door
.
“
If
you
want
me
again
,
”
he
said
to
Mr
.
Havisham
,
“
you
know
where
to
find
me
.
”
He
walked
out
of
the
room
,
holding
the
child
’
s
hand
and
not
looking
at
the
woman
once
.
She
was
fairly
raving
with
fury
,
and
the
Earl
was
calmly
gazing
at
her
through
his
eyeglasses
,
which
he
had
quietly
placed
upon
his
aristocratic
,
eagle
nose
.
“
Come
,
come
,
my
young
woman
,
”
said
Mr
.
Havisham
.
“
This
won
’
t
do
at
all
.
