paved yard
at the
back, he
asked me
how often
I had seen
Miss
Havisham
eat and
drink;
offering
me a
breadth of
choice, as
usual,
between a
hundred
times and
once. I
considered,
and said,
“Never.”
“And never
will,
Pip,” he
retorted,
with a
frowning
smile.
“She has
never
allowed
herself to
be seen
doing
either,
since she
lived this
present
life of
hers. She
wanders
about in
the night,
and then
lays hands
on such
food as
she
takes.”
