Betimes in the morning I was up and out. It was too early yet to go to Miss Havisham’s, so I loitered into the country on Miss Havisham’s side of town, which was not Joe’s side; I could go there tomorrow, thinking my patroness, and painting brilliant pictures of her plans for me
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heh heh.
miss havisham...that old coot.
xo.
nora
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