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"
Said
to
have
been
a
girl
.
"
"
You
have
nothing
more
to
say
to
me
to
-
night
?
"
"
Nothing
.
I
got
your
letter
and
destroyed
it
.
Nothing
.
"
We
exchanged
a
cordial
good
-
night
,
and
I
went
home
,
with
new
matter
for
my
thoughts
,
though
with
no
relief
from
the
old
.
Putting
Miss
Havisham
’
s
note
in
my
pocket
,
that
it
might
serve
as
my
credentials
for
so
soon
reappearing
at
Satis
House
,
in
case
her
waywardness
should
lead
her
to
express
any
surprise
at
seeing
me
,
I
went
down
again
by
the
coach
next
day
.
But
I
alighted
at
the
Halfway
House
,
and
breakfasted
there
,
and
walked
the
rest
of
the
distance
;
for
I
sought
to
get
into
the
town
quietly
by
the
unfrequented
ways
,
and
to
leave
it
in
the
same
manner
.
The
best
light
of
the
day
was
gone
when
I
passed
along
the
quiet
echoing
courts
behind
the
High
Street
.
The
nooks
of
ruin
where
the
old
monks
had
once
had
their
refectories
and
gardens
,
and
where
the
strong
walls
were
now
pressed
into
the
service
of
humble
sheds
and
stables
,
were
almost
as
silent
as
the
old
monks
in
their
graves
.
The
cathedral
chimes
had
at
once
a
sadder
and
a
more
remote
sound
to
me
,
as
I
hurried
on
avoiding
observation
,
than
they
had
ever
had
before
;
so
,
the
swell
of
the
old
organ
was
borne
to
my
ears
like
funeral
music
;
and
the
rooks
,
as
they
hovered
about
the
gray
tower
and
swung
in
the
bare
high
trees
of
the
priory
garden
,
seemed
to
call
to
me
that
the
place
was
changed
,
and
that
Estella
was
gone
out
of
it
for
ever
.
An
elderly
woman
,
whom
I
had
seen
before
as
one
of
the
servants
who
lived
in
the
supplementary
house
across
the
back
courtyard
,
opened
the
gate
.
The
lighted
candle
stood
in
the
dark
passage
within
,
as
of
old
,
and
I
took
it
up
and
ascended
the
staircase
alone
.
Miss
Havisham
was
not
in
her
own
room
,
but
was
in
the
larger
room
across
the
landing
.
Looking
in
at
the
door
,
after
knocking
in
vain
,
I
saw
her
sitting
on
the
hearth
in
a
ragged
chair
,
close
before
,
and
lost
in
the
contemplation
of
,
the
ashy
fire
.
Doing
as
I
had
often
done
,
I
went
in
,
and
stood
touching
the
old
chimney
-
piece
,
where
she
could
see
me
when
she
raised
her
eyes
.
There
was
an
air
or
utter
loneliness
upon
her
,
that
would
have
moved
me
to
pity
though
she
had
wilfully
done
me
a
deeper
injury
than
I
could
charge
her
with
.
As
I
stood
compassionating
her
,
and
thinking
how
,
in
the
progress
of
time
,
I
too
had
come
to
be
a
part
of
the
wrecked
fortunes
of
that
house
,
her
eyes
rested
on
me
.
She
stared
,
and
said
in
a
low
voice
,
"
Is
it
real
?
"
"
It
is
I
,
Pip
.
Mr
.
Jaggers
gave
me
your
note
yesterday
,
and
I
have
lost
no
time
.
"
