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"Did I never give her love!" cried Miss Havisha love, inseparable from jealousy at all

times, and from sharp pain, while she speaks thus to me! Let her call me

mad, let her call me mad!"

"Why should I call you mad," returned Estella, "I, of all people? Does

any one live, who knohat set purposes you have, half as well as I

do? Does any one live, who knohat a steady memory you have, half

as well as I do? I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool

that is even now beside you there, learning your lessons and looking up

into your face, when your face was strange and frightened otten!" otten," retorted Estella,--"not forgotten, but treasured up

in ? When have

you found

admission here," she touched her boso that

you excluded? Be just toaway her gray hair

with both her hands

"Who taught me to be proud?" returned Estella "Who praised me when I

learnt my lesson?"

"So hard, so hard!" ht me to be hard?" returned Estella "Who praised me when I