estella & pip
- Am I pretty?
- Yes, I think you are very pretty.
- Am I insulting?
- Not so much so as you were last time, said I.
- Not so much so?
- No.
- She fired when she asked the last question, and she slapped my face with such force as she had, when I answered it.
- Now? said she. You little coarse monster, what do you think of me now?
- I shall not tell you.
- Because you are going to tell upstairs. Is that it?
- No, said I, that's not it.
- Why don't you cry again, you little wretch?
- Because I'll never cry for you again, said I. Which was, I suppose, as false a declaration as ever was made; for I was inwardly crying for her then, and I know what I know of the pain she cost me afterwards.
- - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
