"We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and Miss Havisham still had Estella’s arm drawn through her own, and still clutched Estella’s hand in hers, when Estella gradually began to detach herself. She had shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted or returned it."
“Only a little tired of myself."
“What!” "Are you tired of me?”
“Speak the truth, you ingrate!”
“You should know, I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.”
"Estella looked at her with perfect composure, and again looked down at the fire. Her graceful figure and her beautiful face expressed a self-possessed indifference to the wild heat of the other, that was almost cruel."
"What? do you reproach me for being cold? You?”
“You stock and stone!”“You cold, cold heart!”
"Are you not?"
"You have been very good to me, and I owe everything to you. What would you have?”
"You have it."
“O, look at her, look at her...Where I took her into this wretched breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs, and where I have lavished years of tenderness upon her!”