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Great Expectations

‘Nothing. I thank you for the question. I thank you
even more for the tone of the question. But, there is
nothing.’
She presently rose from her seat, and looked about the

blighted room for the means of writing. There were non
there, and she took from her pocket a yellow set of ivory
tablets, mounted in tarnished gold, and wrote upon them
with a pencil in a case of tarnished gold that hung from
her neck.
‘You are still on friendly terms with Mr. Jaggers?’
‘Quite. I dined with him yesterday.’
‘This is an authority to him to pay you that money, to
lay out at your irresponsible discretion for your friend. I
keep no money here; but if you would rather Mr. Jaggers
knew nothing of the matter, I will send it to you.’
‘Thank you, Miss Havisham; I have not the least
objection to receiving it from him.’
She read me what she had written, and it was direct
and clear, and evidently intended to absolve me from any
suspicion of profiting by the receipt of the money. I took
the tablets from her hand, and it trembled again, and it
trembled more as she took off the chain to which the
pencil was attached, and put it in mine. All this she did,
without looking at me.

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