Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 8 Page 18

“Are you sullen and obstinate?”

“No, ma'am, I am very sorry for you, and very sorry I can't play just now.

If you complain of me I shall get into trouble with my sister, so I would do it if I could; but it's so new here, and so strange, and so fine, — and melancholy — .” I stopped, fearing I might say too much, or had already said it, and we took another look at each other.

Before she spoke again, she turned her eyes from me, and looked at the dress she wore, and at the dressing-table, and finally at herself in the looking-glass.

“So new to him,” she muttered, “so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!