All I possess is freely yours.

All that you have given me, is at your command to have again.

Beyond that, I have nothing.

And if you ask me to give you, what you never gave me, my gratitude and duty cannot do impossibilities." "Did I never give her love!" cried Miss Havisham, turning wildly to me.
"Did I never give her a burning love, inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp pain, while she speaks thus to me! Let her call me mad, let her call me mad!" "Why should I call you mad," returned Estella, "I, of all people?
Does any one live, who knows what set purposes you have, half as well as I do?
Does any one live, who knows what a steady memory you have, half as well as I do?
I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool that is even now beside you there, learning your lessons and looking up into your face, when your face was strange and frightened me!" "Soon forgotten!" moaned Miss Havisham.

"Times soon forgotten!" "No, not forgotten," retorted Estella,--"not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory.