“Love her, love her, love her! If she favors you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces love her, love her, love her! Hear me, Pip! I adopted her, to be loved. I bred her and educated her, to be loved. Love her!”
My guardian was leaning back in his chair. He was biting the side of his forefinger and showing an interest in Drummle, that, to me, was quite inexplicable. Suddenly, he clapped his large hand on the housekeeper’s, like a trap, as she stretched it across the table. So suddenly and smartly did he do this, that we all stopped in our foolish contention.
