"Well!" she went on; "you have a promising career before you.

Be good--deserve it--and abide by Mr.Jaggers's instructions." She looked at me, and looked at Sarah, and Sarah's countenance wrung out of her watchful face a cruel smile.

"Good by, Pip!--you will always keep the name of Pip, you know." "Yes, Miss Havisham." "Good by, Pip!" She stretched out her hand, and I went down on my knee and put it to my lips.

I had not considered how I should take leave of her; it came naturally to me at the moment to do this.

She looked at Sarah Pocket with triumph in her weird eyes, and so I left my fairy godmother, with both her hands on her crutch stick, standing in the midst of the dimly lighted room beside the rotten bride-cake that was hidden in cobwebs.
Sarah Pocket conducted me down, as if I were a ghost who must be seen out.