Go and think of me, and pity me.

Pity me for what I have got, but pity me most for what I have lost." Harry silently took her hand, and kissed it, and then left her.
Pity her for what she had lost! What had she lost! What did she mean by that?
He knew well what she meant by pitying her for what she had got.
What had she lost?
She had lost him.

Did she intend to evoke his pity for that loss?
She had lost him.

Yes, indeed.

Whether or no the loss was one to regret, he would not say to himself; or rather, he, of course, declared that it was not; but such as it was, it had been incurred.