1 I left a note for you at each of the Temple gates, on the chance.
2 Mr. Pumblechook was coming in also, when she stopped him with the gate.
3 My young conductress locked the gate, and we went across the courtyard.
4 She laughed contemptuously, pushed me out, and locked the gate upon me.
5 It was between twelve and one o'clock when I reached the Temple, and the gates were shut.
6 At the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's, and my hesitating ring at the gate brought out Estella.
7 Down banks and up banks, and over gates, and splashing into dikes, and breaking among coarse rushes: no man cared where he went.
8 I could trace out where every part of the old house had been, and where the brewery had been, and where the gates, and where the casks.
9 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.
10 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.
11 At first, I had to shut some gates after me, and now and then to stand still while the cattle that were lying in the banked-up pathway arose and blundered down among the grass and reeds.
12 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.
13 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.
14 But when she was gone, I looked about me for a place to hide my face in, and got behind one of the gates in the brewery-lane, and leaned my sleeve against the wall there, and leaned my forehead on it and cried.
15 The brewery buildings had a little lane of communication with it, and the wooden gates of that lane stood open, and all the brewery beyond stood open, away to the high enclosing wall; and all was empty and disused.
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 The mournfulness of the place and time, and the great terror of this illusion, though it was but momentary, caused me to feel an indescribable awe as I came out between the open wooden gates where I had once wrung my hair after Estella had wrung my heart.
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