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When I had gone into Herbert's room, and had shut off any other

communication between it and the staircase than through the room in

which our conversation had been held, I asked him if he would go to bed?

He said yes, but asked me for some of my "gentleman's linen" to put

on in the morning. I brought it out, and laid it ready for him, and my

blood again ran cold when he again took me by both hands to give me good

night.

I got away from him, without knowing how I did it, and mended the fire

in the room where we had been together, and sat down by it, afraid to go

to bed. For an hour or more, I remained too stunned to think; and it

was not until I began to think, that I began fully to know how wrecked I

was, and how the ship in which I had sailed was gone to pieces.

Miss Havisham's intentions towards me, all a mere dream; Estella not

designed for me; I only suffered in Satis House as a convenience, a

sting for the greedy relations, a model with a mechanical heart to

practise on when no other practice was at hand; those were the first

smarts I had. But, sharpest and deepest pain of all,--it was for the

convict, guilty of I knew not what crimes, and liable to be taken out

of those rooms where I sat thinking, and hanged at the Old Bailey door,

that I had deserted Joe.

I would not have gone back to Joe now, I would not have gone back to

Biddy now, for any consideration; simply, I suppose, because my sense of

my own worthless conduct to them was greater than every consideration.

No wisdom on earth could have given me the comfort that I should have

derived from their simplicity and fidelity; but I could never, never,

undo what I had done.

In every rage of wind and rush of rain, I heard pursuers. Twice, I could

have sworn there was a knocking and whispering at the outer door. With

these fears upon me, I began either to imagine or recall that I had had

mysterious warnings of this man's approach. That, for weeks gone by, I

had passed faces in the streets which I had thought like his. That these

likenesses had grown more numerous, as he, coming over the sea, had

drawn nearer. That his wicked spirit had somehow sent these messengers

to mine, and that now on this stormy night he was as good as his word,

and with me.