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Her handsoround She held it in one hand

now, and with the other lightly touched arden twice or thrice reen and yelloth of weed in the chinks of

the old wall had been the most precious flowers that ever blew, it could

not have been more cherished in my remembrance

There was no discrepancy of years between us to reh of course the age told for more

in her case than in mine; but the air of inaccessibility which her

beauty and her ht,

and at the height of the assurance I felt that our patroness had chosen

us for one another Wretched boy!

At last ent back into the house, and there I heard, with surprise,

that uardian had come down to see Miss Havisham on business, and

would come back to dinner The old wintry branches of chandeliers in

the roohted while ere out, and Miss Havisha the chair itself back into the past, e began

the old slow circuit round about the ashes of the bridal feast But,

in the funereal roorave fallen back in the

chair fixing its eyes upon her, Estella looked ht and beautiful

than before, and I was under stronger enchantment