Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.
I so shaped out my walk as to arrive at the gate at my old time.

When I had rung at the bell with an unsteady hand, I turned my back upon the gate, while I tried to get my breath and keep the beating of my heart moderately quiet.

I heard the side-door open, and steps come across the courtyard; but I pretended not to hear, even when the gate swung on its rusty hinges.
Being at last touched on the shoulder, I started and turned.

I started much more naturally then, to find myself confronted by a man in a sober gray dress.

The last man I should have expected to see in that place of porter at Miss Havisham's door.
"Orlick!" "Ah, young master, there's more changes than yours.