Great Expectations Chapter 17 Page 20

would far rather have wounded her own breast than mine. How could it be, then, that I did not like her much the better of the two?

“Biddy,” said I, when we were walking homeward, “I wish you could put me right.”

“I wish I could!” said Biddy.

“If I could only get myself to fall in love with you, — you don't mind my speaking so openly to such an old acquaintance?”

“Oh dear, not at all!” said Biddy. “Don't mind me.”

“If I could only get myself to do it, that would be the thing for me.”

“But you never will, you see,” said Biddy.