Come! Here is my hand.

Do we part on this, you visionary boy--or man ?" "O Estella!" I answered, as my bitter tears fell fast on her hand, do what I would to restrain them; "even if I remained in England and could hold my head up with the rest, how could I see you Drummle's wife ?" "Nonsense," she returned,--"nonsense.

This will pass in no time." "Never, Estella!" "You will get me out of your thoughts in a week." "Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself.

You have been in every line I have ever read since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then.

You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since,--on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets.