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co in at one

of the wooden s of the forge I was haunted by the fear that she

would, sooner or later, find

the coarsest part of my work, and would exult overthe bellows for Joe, and ere

singing Old Cle 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 tiht in the wall

which the wooden s then were, and would fancy that I saw her just

drawing her face away, and would believe that she had come at last

After that, ent in to supper, the place and the meal would have

a more homely look than ever, and I would feel racious breast