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It has then been returned to an intermediary, who sends it to the next never by post, because the post is watched always by hand, and usually by the hand of a person innocent of its contents. 'Yes, murmured the General absently, and there was a queer little smile on Estella's lips.
It was indeed Conyngham, whose gay laugh Vincente heard before he crossed the threshold of Estella's drawing-room. The Englishman was in uniform, and stood with his back turned towards the door by which the General entered. 'It is Senor Conyngham, said Estella at once, in a quiet voice, 'who has been wounded and six weeks in the hospital. 'Yes, said Conyngham. 'But I am well again now!
I thought how one link of association had helped that identification in the theatre, and how such a link, wanting before, had been riveted for me now, when I had passed by a chance swift from Estella's name to the fingers with their knitting action, and the attentive eyes. And I felt absolutely certain that this woman was Estella's mother. Mr.
'Our guest left us yesterday morning, said the General, 'and of course the Alcalde placed no hindrance on his departure. He did not look at Julia, who drew a deep breath and glanced at Estella. 'I do not know if Senor Conyngham left any message for you with Estella to me he said nothing, continued Estella's father; and that young lady shook her head. 'No, she put in composedly.
And if I adored her before, I now doubly adore her." "Lucky for you then, Handel," said Herbert, "that you are picked out for her and allotted to her. Without encroaching on forbidden ground, we may venture to say that there can be no doubt between ourselves of that fact. Have you any idea yet, of Estella's views on the adoration question?" I shook my head gloomily. "Oh!
"What I had to say to Estella, Miss Havisham, I will say before you, presently in a few moments. It will not surprise you, it will not displease you. I am as unhappy as you can ever have meant me to be." Miss Havisham continued to look steadily at me. I could see in the action of Estella's fingers as they worked that she attended to what I said; but she did not look up.
I had said to him, the morning of our marriage, that I desired to return home before the outbreak came, for I was now responsible for Estella's life and safety; and I feared that all communication of one part of the world with another would be cut off by the threatened revolution. He had begged me to remain.
Often after dark, when I was pulling the bellows for Joe, and we were singing Old Clem, and when the thought how we used to sing it at Miss Havisham's would seem to show me Estella's face in the fire, with her pretty hair fluttering in the wind and her eyes scorning me, often at such a time I would look towards those panels of black night in the wall which the wooden windows then were, and would fancy that I saw her just drawing her face away, and would believe that she had come at last.
I took advantage of the moment I had sought one from the first to leave the room, after beseeching Estella's attention to her, with a movement of my hand. When I left, Estella was yet standing by the great chimney-piece, just as she had stood throughout. Miss Havisham's gray hair was all adrift upon the ground, among the other bridal wrecks, and was a miserable sight to see.
I had been told of Miss Havisham's death, and also of the death of Estella's husband. Nothing was left of the old house but the garden wall, and as I stood looking along the desolate garden walk a solitary figure came up. I saw it stop, and half turn away, and then let me come up to it. It faltered as if much surprised, and uttered my name, and I cried out, "Estella!"
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