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'Oh dear,' said Estella, as her eye fell upon the moth-eaten wedding dress hanging in the corner cupboard.  'You know, I'm not that Miss Havisham.' Her hostess looked most surprised.  'Aren't you?' 'No.  She died a long time ago, Miss Gettisham.  She was badly burned, and at any rate, she'd be well over a hundred by now.' 'Goodness,' said Miss Gettisham, 'has it been that long?  I'll put it away, then.'  She crossed the room to the cupboard and kicked it shut.  'I did consider wearing it, to garner a bit more sympathy, but I'm glad now that I didn't.  No point feeling sorry for yourself forever.  I've been immersed in my work.' 'Good for