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Chapter 19

           ButafterIhadhadmynewsuitonsomehalfanhour,andhadgonethroughanimmensityofposturingwithMr.Pumblechook’sverylimiteddressing-glass,inthefutileendeavortoseemylegs,itseemedtofitmebetter.Itbeingmarketmorningataneighboringtownsometenmilesoff,Mr.Pumblechookwasnotathome.IhadnottoldhimexactlywhenImeanttoleave,andwasnotlikelytoshakehandswithhimagainbeforedeparting.Thiswasallasitshouldbe,andIwentoutinmynewarray,fearfullyashamedofhavingtopasstheshopman,andsuspiciousafterallthatIwasatapersonaldisadvantage,somethinglikeJoe’sinhisSundaysuit.

           IwentcircuitouslytoMissHavisham’sbyallthebackways,andrangatthebellconstrainedly,onaccountofthestifflongfingersofmygloves.SarahPocketcametothegate,andpositivelyreeledbackwhenshesawmesochanged;herwalnut-shellcountenancelikewiseturnedfrombrowntogreenandyellow.

           "You?"saidshe."You?Goodgracious!Whatdoyouwant?"

           "IamgoingtoLondon,MissPocket,"saidI,"andwanttosaygoodbytoMissHavisham."

           Iwasnotexpected,forsheleftmelockedintheyard,whileshewenttoaskifIweretobeadmitted.Afteraveryshortdelay,shereturnedandtookmeup,staringatmealltheway.

           MissHavishamwastakingexerciseintheroomwiththelongspreadtable,leaningonhercrutchstick.Theroomwaslightedasofyore,andatthesoundofourentrance,shestoppedandturned.

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