Chapter 29

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌⁠Betimes in the morning I was up and out. It was too early yet to go to Miss Havisham’s, so I loitered into the country on Miss Havisham’s side of town,—which was not Joe’s side; I could go there to-morrow,—thinking about my patroness, and painting brilliant pictures of her plans for me.

She had adopted Estella, she had as good as adopted me, and it could not fail to be her intention to bring us tog