1 I reposed complete confidence in no one but Biddy; but I told poor Biddy everything.
2 I had in vain tried everything producible that began with a T, from tar to toast and tub.
3 Nothing that he wore then fitted him or seemed to belong to him; and everything that he wore then grazed him.
4 It was then I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a long time ago.
5 The mist was heavier yet when I got out upon the marshes, so that instead of my running at everything, everything seemed to run at me.
6 But I saw that everything within my view which ought to be white, had been white long ago, and had lost its lustre and was faded and yellow.
7 Why it came natural to me to do so, and why Biddy had a deep concern in everything I told her, I did not know then, though I think I know now.
8 There was not much time to consider the subject, for we were soon in Miss Havisham's room, where she and everything else were just as I had left them.
9 Not, however, until Biddy had imparted to me everything she knew, from the little catalogue of prices, to a comic song she had once bought for a half-penny.
10 When I had ordered everything I wanted, I directed my steps towards Pumblechook's, and, as I approached that gentleman's place of business, I saw him standing at his door.
11 The felicitous idea occurred to me a morning or two later when I woke, that the best step I could take towards making myself uncommon was to get out of Biddy everything she knew.
12 When the gate was closed upon me by Sarah of the walnut-shell countenance, I felt more than ever dissatisfied with my home and with my trade and with everything; and that was all I took by that motion.
13 Without this arrest of everything, this standing still of all the pale decayed objects, not even the withered bridal dress on the collapsed form could have looked so like grave-clothes, or the long veil so like a shroud.
14 She held the head of her stick against her heart as she stood looking at the table; she in her once white dress, all yellow and withered; the once white cloth all yellow and withered; everything around in a state to crumble under a touch.
15 And yet this man was dressed in coarse gray, too, and had a great iron on his leg, and was lame, and hoarse, and cold, and was everything that the other man was; except that he had not the same face, and had a flat broad-brimmed low-crowned felt hat on.
16 We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the best of everything: otherwise, while I was scared by the immensity of London, I think I might have had some faint doubts whether it was not rather ugly, crooked, narrow, and dirty.
17 So unchanging was the dull old house, the yellow light in the darkened room, the faded spectre in the chair by the dressing-table glass, that I felt as if the stopping of the clocks had stopped Time in that mysterious place, and, while I and everything else outside it grew older, it stood still.
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