Estella was always about, and always let me in and out,
but never told me I might kiss her again. Sometimes,
she would coldly tolerate me; sometimes, she would
condescend to me; sometimes, she would be quite
familiar with me; sometimes, she would tell me
energetically that she hated me. Miss Havisham would
often ask me in a whisper, or when we were alone,
"Does she grow prettier and prettier, Pip?" And when
I said yes (for indeed she did), would seem to enjoy
it greedily in secret.
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