1 Miss Sarah Pocket came to the gate.
2 Enough that I saw no gate then, and that I saw one now.
3 Mr. Pumblechook was coming in also, when she stopped him with the gate.
4 My young conductress locked the gate, and we went across the courtyard.
5 She laughed contemptuously, pushed me out, and locked the gate upon me.
6 In another minute we were outside the gate, and it was locked, and Estella was gone.
7 Nor, how I passed and repassed the gate many times before I could make up my mind to ring.
8 Instead of going straight to the gate, too, she stepped back into the passage, and beckoned me.
9 At the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's, and my hesitating ring at the gate brought out Estella.
10 They came in again without finding anything, and then we struck out on the open marshes, through the gate at the side of the churchyard.
11 It is not much to the purpose whether a gate in that garden wall which I had scrambled up to peep over on the last occasion was, on that last occasion, open or shut.
12 She gave me a triumphant glance in passing me, as if she rejoiced that my hands were so coarse and my boots were so thick, and she opened the gate, and stood holding it.
13 I got rid of my injured feelings for the time by kicking them into the brewery wall, and twisting them out of my hair, and then I smoothed my face with my sleeve, and came from behind the gate.
14 I found the same gate open, and I explored the garden, and even looked in at the windows of the detached house; but my view was suddenly stopped by the closed shutters within, and all was lifeless.
15 The cold wind seemed to blow colder there than outside the gate; and it made a shrill noise in howling in and out at the open sides of the brewery, like the noise of wind in the rigging of a ship at sea.
16 Nothing less than the frosty light of the cheerful sky, the sight of people passing beyond the bars of the court-yard gate, and the reviving influence of the rest of the bread and meat and beer, would have brought me round.
17 Estella opened the gate as usual, and, the moment she appeared, Joe took his hat off and stood weighing it by the brim in both his hands; as if he had some urgent reason in his mind for being particular to half a quarter of an ounce.
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