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“
It
’
s
a
beautiful
place
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
he
said
to
Mr
.
Havisham
.
“
I
never
saw
such
a
beautiful
place
.
It
’
s
prettier
even
than
Central
Park
.
”
He
was
rather
puzzled
by
the
length
of
time
they
were
on
their
way
.
“
How
far
is
it
,
”
he
said
,
at
length
,
“
from
the
gate
to
the
front
door
?
”
“
It
is
between
three
and
four
miles
,
”
answered
the
lawyer
.
“
That
’
s
a
long
way
for
a
person
to
live
from
his
gate
,
”
remarked
his
lordship
.
Every
few
minutes
he
saw
something
new
to
wonder
at
and
admire
.
When
he
caught
sight
of
the
deer
,
some
couched
in
the
grass
,
some
standing
with
their
pretty
antlered
heads
turned
with
a
half
-
startled
air
toward
the
avenue
as
the
carriage
wheels
disturbed
them
,
he
was
enchanted
.
“
Has
there
been
a
circus
?
”
he
cried
;
“
or
do
they
live
here
always
?
Whose
are
they
?
”
“
They
live
here
,
”
Mr
.
Havisham
told
him
.
“
They
belong
to
the
Earl
,
your
grandfather
.
”
It
was
not
long
after
this
that
they
saw
the
castle
.
It
rose
up
before
them
stately
and
beautiful
and
gray
,
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
casting
dazzling
lights
on
its
many
windows
.
It
had
turrets
and
battlements
and
towers
;
a
great
deal
of
ivy
grew
upon
its
walls
;
all
the
broad
,
open
space
about
it
was
laid
out
in
terraces
and
lawns
and
beds
of
brilliant
flowers
.
