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Today we'll be continuing great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 38 if that stat old House near the Green at Richmond should ever come to be haunted when I'm dead, it will be haunted surely, by my ghost.

Oh, the many, many nights and days through which the unquiet spirit within me haunted that house.

When Estella lived there.

Let my body be where it would.

My spirit was always wandering, wandering, wandering about that house.

The lady with whom Estella was placed, Mrs.

Branley by name, was a widow with one daughter several years older than Estella.

The mother looked young and the daughter looked old.

The mother's complexion was pink and the daughter's was yellow.

The mother set up for frivolty and the daughter for theology.

They were in what is called a good position and visited, and were visited by numbers of people.

Little, if any community of feelings subsisted between them and Estella, but the understanding was established that they were necessary to her and that she was necessary to them.

Mrs.

Bradley had been a friend of Miss Havisham's before the time of her seclusion in Mrs.

Bradley's house and out of Mrs.

Bradley's house, I suffered every kind and degree of torture that Estella could cause me.

The nature of my relations with her, which placed me on terms of familiarity, without placing me on terms of favor, conduced to my distraction.

She made use of me to tease other admirers, and she turned the very familiarity between herself and me to the account of putting a constant slight on my devotion to her.

If I had been her secretary, steward, half brother, poor relation, if I had been a younger brother of her appointed husband, I could not have seemed to myself further from my hopes when I was nearest to her.

The privilege of calling her by her name and hearing her call me by mine became, under the circumstances, an aggravation of my trials.

And while I think it likely that it almost maddened her other lovers, I know too certainly that it almost maddened me.

She had admirers without end.

No doubt my jealousy made an admirer of everyone who went near her, but there were more than enough of them without that.

I saw her often at Richmond.

I heard of her often in town, and I used often to take her and the Branleys on the water.

There were picnics, feat days, plays, operas, concerts, parties, all sorts of pleasures through which I pursued her, and they were all miseries to me.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four and 20 hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death throughout this part of our intercourse.

And it lasted as will presently be seen.

For what I then thought a long time, she habitually reverted to that tone which expressed that our association was forced upon us.

There were other times when she would come to a sudden check.

In this tone ended all her many tones, and would seem to pity me.

Pip, Pip, she said one evening, coming to such a check, when we sat apart at a darkening window of the house in Richmond.

Will you never take warning?

Of what?

Of me?

Warning not to be attracted by you.

Do you mean Estella?

Do I mean?

If you don't know what I mean, you are blind.

I should have replied that love was commonly reputed blind, but for the reason that I always was restrained.

And this was not the least of my miseries, by a feeling that it was ungenerous to press myself upon her when she knew that she could not choose but obey Miss Havisham.

My dread always was that this knowledge on her part laid me under a heavy disadvantage with her pride, and made me the subject of a rebellious struggle in her bosom.

At any rate, said I.

I have no warning given me just now for you wrote to me to come to you this time.

That's true, said Estella with a cold, careless smile that always chilled me.

After looking at the twilight without for a little while, she went on to say, the time has come round when Miss Havisham wishes to have me for a day at status.

You are to take me there and bring me back, if you will.

She would rather I did not travel alone and objects to receiving my maid, for she has a sensitive horror of being talked of by such people.

Can you take me?

Can I take you, Estella?

You can.

Then the day after tomorrow, if you please, you are to pay all charges out of my purse.

You hear the condition of your going and must obey, said I.

This was all the preparation I received for that visit or for others like it.

Miss Havisham never wrote to me, nor had I ever so much as seen her handwriting.

We went down on the next day but one, and we found her in the room where I had first beheld her.

And it is needless to add that there was no change in Sadda's house.

She was even more dreadfully fond of Estella than she had been when I last saw them together.

I repeat the word advisedly.

For there was something positively dreadful in the energy of her looks and embraces.

She hung upon Estella's beauty, hung upon her words, hung upon her gestures, and sat mumbling her own trembling fingers while she looked at her as though she were devouring the beautiful creature she had reared from Estella.

She looked at me with a searching glance that seemed to pry into my heart and probe its wounds.

How does she use you, Pip?

How does she use you?

She asked me again with her witch like eagerness, even in Estella's hearing.

But when we sat by her flickering fire at night, she was most weird.

For then, keeping Estella's hand drawn through her arm and clutched in her own hand, she extorted from her by dent of referring back to what Estella had told her in her regular letters, the names and conditions of the men whom she had fascinated.

And as Miss Havisham dwelt upon this role with the intensity of a mind mortally hurt and diseased, she sat with her other hand on her crutch stick and her chin on that, and her wand bright eyes glaring at me.

A very specter.

I saw in this wretched though it made me, and bitter the sense of dependence and even of degradation that it awakened.

I saw in this that Estella was set to wreak Miss Havisham's revenge on men, and that she was not to be given to me until she had gratified it for a term.

I saw in this a reason for her being beforehand assigned to me, sending her out to attract in torment and do mischief.

Miss Havisham sent her with the malicious assurance that she was beyond the reach of all admirers, and that all who staked upon that caste were secured to lose.

I saw in this that I too was tormented by a perversion of ingenuity, even while the prize was reserved for me.

I saw in this the reason for my being staved off so long, and the reason for my late guardians declining to commit himself to the formal knowledge of such a scheme.

In a word, I saw in this Miss Havisham, as I had her then and there before my eyes, and always had her before my eyes.

And I saw in this the distinct shadow of the darkened and unhealthy house in which her life was hidden from the sun.

The candles that lighted that room of hers were placed in sconces on the wall.

They were high from the ground, and they burnt with the steady dullness of artificial light and air that is seldom renewed as I looked round at them, and at the pale gloom they made, and at the stopped clock, and at the withered articles of bridal dress upon the table and the ground, and at her own awful figure with its ghostly reflection thrown large by the fire upon the ceiling and the wall.

I saw in everything the construction that my mind had come to repeated and thrown back to me.

My thoughts passed into the great room across the landing where the table was spread, and I saw it written, as it were, in the falls of the cobwebs from the centerpiece, in the crawlings of the spiders on the cloth, in the tracks of the mice, as they betook their little quickened hearts behind the panels, and in the gropings and pausings of the beetles on the floor.

It happened on the occasion of this visit that some sharp words arose between Estella and Miss Havisham.

It was the first time I had ever seen them opposed.

We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and Miss Havisham still had Estella's arm drawn through her own, and still clutched Estella's hand in hers.

When Estella gradually began to detach herself, she had shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted or returned it.

What?

Said Miss Havisham, flashing her eyes upon her.

Are you tired of me?

Only a little tired.

Of myself, replied Estella, disengaging her arm, and moving to the great chimney piece, where she stood looking down at the fire.

Speak the truth, you in great.

Cried Miss Havisham, passionately striking her stick upon the floor.

You are tired of me.

Stella looked at her with perfect composure, and again looked down at the fire.

Her graceful figure and her beautiful face expressed a self possessed indifference to the wild heat of the other.

I was almost cruel.

You stuck in stone.

Exclaimed Miss Havisham.

You cold, cold heart.

What?

Said Estella, preserving her attitude of indifference as she leaned against the great chimney piece, and only moving her eyes.

Do you reproach me for being cold?

You are you not, was the fierce retort.

You should know, said Estella, I am what you have made me.

Take all the praise, take all the blame, take all the success, take all the failure.

In short, take me.

Oh, look at her.

Look at her.

Cried Miss Havisham bitterly.

Look at her, so hard and thankless on the hearth, where she was reared, where I took her into this wretched breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs, and where I have lavished years of tenderness upon her.

At least I was no party to.

The compact, said Estella, for if I could walk and speak when it was made, it was as much as I could do.

But what would you have?

You've been very good to me, and I owe everything to you.

What would you have?

Love, replied the other.

You have it.

I have not, said Miss Havisham.

Mother by adoption, retorted Estella, never departing from the easy grace of her attitude, never raising her voice as the other did, never yielding either to anger or tenderness.

Mother by adoption, I have said that I owe everything to you.

All I possess is freely yours.

All that you have given me is at your command to have again.

Beyond that I have nothing.

And if you ask me to give you what you never gave me, my gratitude and duty cannot do impossibilities.

Do I never give her love?

Cried Miss Havisham, turning wildly to me.

Did I never give her a burning love, inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp pain will 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 anyone live who knows what set purposes you have half as well as I do?

Does anyone live who knows what A steady memory you have?

Half as well as I do.

I, who have sat on the 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 me.

Soon forgotten, moaned Miss Havisham.

Time soon forgotten.

No, not forgotten, retorted Estella.

Not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory.

When have you found me false to your teaching?

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 learned my lesson so hard, so hard.

Moaned Miss Havisham with her former action, who taught me to be hard, returned Estella, who praised me when I learned my lesson.

But to be proud and hard to me.

Miss Havisham quite shrieked as she stretched out her arms.

Estella, Estella, Estella.

To be proud and hard to me.

Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed.

When a moment was passed, she looked down at the fire again.

I cannot think, said Estella, raising her eyes after a silence.

Why you should be so unreasonable when I come to see you after a separation.

I have never forgotten your wrongs and their causes.

I have never been unfaithful to you or your schooling.

I have never shown any weakness that I can charge myself with.

Would it be weakness to return my love?

Exclaimed Miss Havisham.

But yes, yes, she would call it so.

I begin to think, said Estella in amusing way, after another moment of calm wonder, that I almost understand how this comes about.

If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these rooms, and had never let her.

Know that there was such a thing as a daylight, by which she had.

Never once seen your face, if you had done that, and then for a purpose had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry.

Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making a low moaning and swaying herself on her chair, but gave no answer.

Or, said Estella, which is a nearer case, if you had taught her from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her.

If you had done this and then for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry, Miss Havisham sat listening, or it seemed so, for I could not see her face, but still made no answer.

So, said Estella, I must be taken as I have been made.

The success is not mine, the failure is not mine.

But the two together make me.

Miss Havisham had settled down, I hardly knew how.

Upon the floor, among the faded bridal relics with which it was strewn, I took advantage of the moment.

I had sought one from the first to leave the room after beseeching Estella's attention to her with a movement of my hand.

When I left, Estella was yet standing by the great chimney piece, just as she had stood throughout.

Miss Havisham's gray hair was all adrift upon the ground among the other bridal wrecks, and was a miserable sight to see.

It was with a depressed heart that I walked in the starlight for an hour and more about the courtyard and about the brewery and about the ruined garden.

When I at last took courage to return to the room, I found Estella sitting at Miss Havisham's knee, taking up some stitches in one of those old articles of dress that were dropping to pieces, and of which I've often been reminded since by the faded tatters of old banners that I've seen hanging up in cathedrals.

Afterwards Estella and I played at cards as of yore only we were skillful now and played French games.

And so the evening wore away and I went to bed.

I lay in that separate building across the courtyard.

It was the first time I had ever laid down to rest in Saddis House, and sleep refused to come near me.

A thousand Miss Havishams haunted me.

She was on this side of my pillow, on that, at the head of the bed, at the foot, behind the half opened door of the dressing room, in the dressing room, in the room overhead, in the room beneath, everywhere.

At last, when the night was slow to creep on towards 02:00 I felt that I absolutely could no longer bear the place as a place to lie down in, and that I must get up.

I therefore got up and put on my clothes, and went out across the yard into the longstone passage, designing to gain the outer courtyard and walk there for the relief of my mind.

But I was no sooner in the passage than I extinguished my candle.

I saw Miss Havisham going along it in a ghostly manner.

Making a low cry.

I followed her at a distance and saw her go up the staircase.

She carried a bare candle in her hand, which she had probably taken from one of the sconces in her own room.

And was a most unearthly object by its light.

Standing at the bottom of the staircase, I felt the mildewed air of the feast chamber without seeing her open the door, and I heard her walking there, and so across into her own room, and so across again into that, never ceasing the low cry.

After a time I tried in the dark both to get out and to go back, but I could do neither until some streaks of day straight in, and showed me where to lay my hands during the whole interval.

Whenever I went to the bottom of the staircase, I heard her footstep, saw her light pass above, and heard her ceaseless low cry before we left next day.

There was no revival of the difference between her and Estella, nor was it ever revived on any similar occasion, and there were four similar occasions to the best of my remembrance.

Nor did Miss Havisham's manner towards Estella in any wise change, except that I believed it to have something like fear infused among its former characteristics.

It is impossible to turn this leaf of my life without putting Bentley Drummel's name upon it, or I would very gladly.

On a certain occasion, when the Finches were assembled in force, and when good feeling was being promoted in the usual manner by nobody's agreeing with anybody else, the presiding Finch called the Grove to order, for as much as Mr.

Drummel had not yet toasted a lady, which, according to the solemn constitution of the society, it was the brute's turn to do that day, I thought I saw him leer in an ugly way at me while the decanters were going round.

But as there was no love lost between us, that might easily be what was my indignant surprise when he called upon the company to pledge him to Estella.

Estella, who?

Said I.

Never you mind, retorted Drummel.

Estella of where?

Said I.

You are bound to say of where.

Which he was as a fence of Richmond.

Gentlemen, said Drummel, putting me out of the question.

And the peerless beauty.

Much he knew about peerless beauties.

A mean, miserable idiot, I whispered to Herbert.

I know that lady, said Herbert across the table, when the toast had been honored.

Do you?

Said Drummel.

And so do I, I added, with a scarlet face.

Do you?

Said Drummel.

Oh, Lord.

This was the only retort, except glass or crockery, that the heavy creature was capable of making.

But I became as highly incensed by it as if it had been barbed with wit, and I immediately rose in my place and said that I could not but regard it as being like the honorable Finch's impudence to come down to that grove.

We always talked about coming down to that grove as a neat parliamentary turn of expression.

Down to that grove, proposing a lady of whom he knew nothing.

Mr.

Drummel, upon this starting up, demanded what I meant by that, whereupon I made him the extreme reply that I believed he knew where I was to be found.

Whether it was possible in a Christian country to get on without blood after this was a question on which the Finches were divided.

The debate upon it grew so lively indeed, that at least six more honorable members told Six more during the discussion that they believed they knew where they were to be found.

However, it was decided at last, Negro being a court of honor, that if Mr.

Drummel would bring never so slight a certificate from the lady, importing that he had the honor of her acquaintance, Mr.

Pipp must express his regret as a gentleman and a finch, for having been betrayed into a warmth which next day was appointed for the production, lest our honor should take cold from delay.

And next day Drummel appeared with a polite little avowel in Estella's hand, that she had had the honor of dancing with him several times.

This left me no course but to regret that I had been betrayed into a warmth witch and on the whole to repudiate as untenable as the idea that I was to be found anywhere.

Drummel and I then sat snorting at one another for an hour while the grove engaged in indiscriminate contradiction.

And finally the promotion of good feeling was declared to have gone ahead at an amazing rate.

I tell this lightly, but it was no light thing to me, for I cannot adequately express what pain it gave me to think that Estella should show any favor to a contemptible, clumsy, sulky booby so very far below the average to the present moment.

I believe it to have been referable to some pure fire of generosity and disinterestedness in my love for her, that I could not endure the thought of her stooping to that hound.

No doubt I should have been miserable, whomsoever she had favored, but a worthier object would have caused me a different kind and degree of distress.

It was easy for me to find out, and I did soon find out that Drummel had begun to follow her closely, and that she'd allowed him to do it a little while.

And he was always in pursuit of her.

And he and I crossed one another every day.

He held on in a dull, persistent way, and Estella held him on, now with encouragement, now with discouragement, now almost flattering him, now openly despising him now, knowing him very well, now scarcely remembering who he was, the spider, as Mr.

Jaggers had called him, was used to lying in wait, however, and had the patience of his tribe added to that.

He had a blockhead confidence in his money and in his family greatness, which sometimes did him good service, almost taking the place of concentration and determined purpose.

So the spider, doggedly watching Estella, outwatched many brighter insects, and would often uncoil himself and drop at the right nick of time at a certain assembly ball at Richmond.

There used to be assembly balls at most places then, where Estella had outshone all other beauties.

This blundering drummel so hung about her, and with so much toleration on her part, that I resolved to speak to her concerning him, I took the next opportunity, which was when she was waiting for Mrs.

Blandly to take her home, and was sitting apart among some flowers, ready to go.

I was with her, for I almost always accompanied them to and from such places.

Are you tired, Estella?

Rather, Pip, you should be.

Say rather I should not be, for I have my letter to Sada's house.

To write before I go to sleep.

Recounting tonight's triumph, said I, surely a very poor one, Estella, what do you mean?

I didn't know there had been any, Estella said.

I do look at that fellow in the corner yonder who's looking over here at us.

Why should I look at him?

Returned Estella, with her eyes on me instead.

What is there in that fellow in the corner yonder to use your words?

That I need to look at?

Indeed, that is the very question I want to ask you, said I, for he has been hovering about you all night.

Moths and all sorts of ugly creatures, replied Estella with a glance towards him, hover about a lighted candle.

Can the candle help it?

No, I returned.

But cannot the Estella help it?

Well, she said, laughing after a moment, perhaps.

Yes, anything you like.

But, Estella, do hear me speak.

It makes me wretched that you should encourage a man so generally despised his drumroll.

You know he is despised.

Well, said she, you know he is as ungainly within as without a deficient, ill tempered, lowering, stupid fellow.

Well, said she, you know he has nothing to recommend him but money and a ridiculous role of adilheaded predecessors, now, don't you?

Well, said she again, and each time she said it, she opened her lovely eyes the wider to overcome the difficulty of getting past that monosyllable.

I took it from her and said, repeating it with emphasis.

Well, then, that is why it makes me wretched now.

If I could have believed that she favored drummel with any idea of making me me wretched, I should have been in better heart about it.

But in that habitual way of hers, she put me so entirely out of the question that I could believe nothing of the kind.

Pip, said Estella, casting her glance over the room.

Don't be foolish about its effect on you.

It may have its effect on others, and may be meant to have.

It's not worth discussing.

Yes, it is, said I, because I cannot bear that people should say she throws away her graces and attractions on a mere boar, the lowest in the crowd.

I can bear it, said Estella.

Oh, don't be so proud, Estella, and so inflexible.

Calls me proud and inflexible in this breath, said Estella, opening her hands, and in his last breath reproached me for stooping to a boar.

There is no doubt you do, said I, something hurriedly, for I've seen you give him looks and smiles this very night such as you never give to me.

Do you want me, then?

Said Estella, turning suddenly with a fixed and serious, if not angry, look to deceive and entrap you.

Do you deceive and entrap him, Estella?

Yes, and many others, all of them but you.

Here's Mrs.

Branley.

I'll say no more.

And now that I've given the one chapter to the theme that so filled my heart and so often made it ache and ache again, I passed on unhindered to the event that had impeded over me longer, yet the event that had begun to be prepared.

For before I knew that the world held Estella, and in the days when her baby intelligence was receiving its first distortions from Miss Havisham's wasting hands in the Eastern story, the heavy slab that was to fall on the bed of the state in the flush of conquest was slowly wrought out of the quarry.

The tunnel for the rope to hold it in its place was slowly carried through the leagues of rock.

The slab was slowly raised and fitted in the roof.

The rope was rove to it, and slowly taken through the miles of hollow to the Great iron ring, all being made ready with much labor and the hour come.

The Sultan was aroused in the dead of night, and the sharpened axe that was to sever the rope from the Great Iron ring was put into his hand, and he struck with it.

And the rope parted and rushed away, and the ceiling fell.

So in my case, all the work near and afar that tended to the end had been accomplished.

And in an instant, the blow was struck and the roof of my stronghold dropped upon me.

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