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I heard thebehind the panels, as if the same

occurrence were important to their interests But the black beetles took

no notice of the agitation, and groped about the hearth in a ponderous

elderly way, as if they were short-sighted and hard of hearing, and not

on ters had fascinated

them from a distance, when Miss Havisham laid a hand upon my shoulder

In her other hand she had a crutch-headed stick on which she leaned, and

she looked like the Witch of the place

"This," said she, pointing to the long table with her stick, "is where I

will be laid when I aue et upon the table then and

there and die at once, the cohastly ork

at the Fair, I shrank under her touch

"What do you think that is?" she askedwith her

stick; "that, where those cobwebs are?"

"I can't guess what it is, reat cake A bride-cake Mine!"

She looked all round the roo on me while her hand twitched my shoulder, "Come, come, come!

Walk me, walk me!"