Estella approaching with the keys, to let me out.

She would have some fair reason for looking down upon me, I thought, if she saw me frightened; and she would have no fair reason.

She gave me a triumphant glance in passing me, as if she rejoiced that my hands were so coarse and my boots were so thick, and she opened the gate, and stood holding it. I was passing out without looking at her, when she touched me with a taunting hand.

“Why don't you cry?”

“Because I don't want to.”

“You do,” said she.

“You have been crying till you are half blind, and you are near crying again now.”