I entreated her to rise, and got my arms about her to help her up; but she only pressed that hand of mine which was nearest to her grasp, and hung her head over it and wept.

I had never seen her shed a tear before, and, in the hope that the relief might do her good, I bent over her without speaking.

She was not kneeling now, but was down upon the ground.
"O!" she cried, despairingly.

"What have I done! What have I done!" "If you mean, Miss Havisham, what have you done to injure me, let me answer.

Very little.