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"I've been talking to Bridget." Mr. Havisham looked down at him a moment. He felt a little awkward and undecided. As Cedric's mother had said, he was a very little boy. "The Earl of Dorincourt " he began, and then he glanced involuntarily at Mrs. Errol. Little Lord Fauntleroy's mother suddenly kneeled down by him and put both her tender arms around his childish body.
Havisham felt rather at a loss as he looked at his companion's innocent, serious little face. "I am afraid you did not quite understand me," he explained.
"Mind! I don't know that." "What became of the two men?" I asked, after again considering the subject. "They fell into deeper shame and degradation if there can be deeper and ruin." "Are they alive now?" "I don't know." "You said just now that Estella was not related to Miss Havisham, but adopted. When adopted?" Herbert shrugged his shoulders.
Pumblechook's boy, ma'am. Come to play." "Come nearer; let me look at you. Come close." When I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, I took in all the details of the room and saw that her watch and clock had both stopped. "Look at me," said Miss Havisham. "You are not afraid of a woman who has not seen the sun since you were born?"
"When shall I have you here again?" said Miss Havisham. "I know nothing of the days of the week or of the weeks of the year. Come again after six days. You hear?" "Yes, ma'am." "Estella, take him down. Let him have something to eat, and let him roam about and look about him while he eats. Go, Pip."
She spoke to him of having at last got his ideal for Salome, and he said, with a slight sigh and a sort of melancholy absence: "Yes, Miss Havisham will do it magnificently." Then he asked, with a look of latent significance: "Have you ever seen her?" Louise laughed for as darkling a reason. "Only in real life. You know we live just over and under each other." "Ah, true. But I meant, on the stage.
When have you found me unmindful of your lessons? When have you found me giving admission here," she touched her bosom with her hand, "to anything that you excluded? Be just to me." "So proud, so proud!" moaned Miss Havisham, pushing away her gray hair with both her hands. "Who taught me to be proud?" returned Estella. "Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?"
I was so doubtful of myself now, and put so much trust in him, that I could not satisfy myself whether I ought to refer to it when he did not. "Have you heard, Joe," I asked him that evening, upon further consideration, as he smoked his pipe at the window, "who my patron was?" "I heerd," returned Joe, "as it were not Miss Havisham, old chap." "Did you hear who it was, Joe?" "Well!
There was a silence in the tobacco house broken by Havisham. "And now for time passes and the overseer may come and find us not at our tasks tell me the day upon which we are to rise, and the place to which all are to resort." "Both are close at hand," said Landless slowly. "The day is " he broke off and leaned forward, staring through the dusk. "What is it?" cried Havisham.
But Pip not unnaturally thinks that his unknown benefactress is a certain Miss Havisham, who, having been bitterly wronged in her love affairs, lives in eccentric fashion near his native place, amid the mouldering mementoes of her wedding day.
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