1 "Beggar him," said Miss Havisham to Estella.
2 Estella returned, and she too remained quiet.
3 "Call Estella," she repeated, flashing a look at me.
4 I played the game to an end with Estella, and she beggared me.
5 "You are to wait here, you boy," said Estella; and disappeared and closed the door.
6 Estella, for her part, likewise treated me as before, except that she did not condescend to speak.
7 At the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's, and my hesitating ring at the gate brought out Estella.
8 Estella left me standing near the door, and I stood there until Miss Havisham cast her eyes upon me from the dressing-table.
9 While Estella was away lighting them down, Miss Havisham still walked with her hand on my shoulder, but more and more slowly.
10 Even with those aids, I might not have come to myself as soon as I did, but that I saw Estella approaching with the keys, to let me out.
11 As Estella dealt the cards, I glanced at the dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, now yellow, had never been worn.
12 Estella waved a blue flag, and I waved a red one, and Miss Havisham waved one sprinkled all over with little gold stars, out at the coach-window.
13 In the heavy air of the room, and the heavy darkness that brooded in its remoter corners, I even had an alarming fancy that Estella and I might presently begin to decay.
14 If only Estella had come to be a spectator of our proceedings, I should have felt sufficiently discontented; but as she brought with her the three ladies and the gentleman whom I had seen below, I didn't know what to do.
15 I thought how Joe and my sister were then sitting in the kitchen, and how I had come up to bed from the kitchen, and how Miss Havisham and Estella never sat in a kitchen, but were far above the level of such common doings.
16 To stand in the dark in a mysterious passage of an unknown house, bawling Estella to a scornful young lady neither visible nor responsive, and feeling it a dreadful liberty so to roar out her name, was almost as bad as playing to order.
17 When I got up to my little room and said my prayers, I did not forget Joe's recommendation, and yet my young mind was in that disturbed and unthankful state, that I thought long after I laid me down, how common Estella would consider Joe, a mere blacksmith; how thick his boots, and how coarse his hands.
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