Chapter XXXIV

As I had grown accustomed to my expectations, I had insensibly begun to notice their effect upon myself and those around me.

Their influence on my own character I disguised from my recognition as much as possible, but I knew very well that it was not all good.

I lived in a state of chronic uneasiness respecting my behavior to Joe.

My conscience was not by any means comfortable about Biddy.

When I woke up in the night,--like Camilla,--I used to think, with a weariness on my spirits, that I should have been happier and better if I had never seen Miss Havisham's face, and had risen to manhood content to be partners with Joe in the honest old forge.