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The Havisham Estate was freezing, really. Pip often found himself burying in layers to try and warm himself even the tiniest bit, with no luck. It was as if Miss Havisham’s ghost haunted the place, sending chills down Pip’s spine with every step.
The warmest place, however, had to be Estella’s study. He would hardly call it a study, as it was just a room filled with books and a desk, but she had tastefully decorated the room with flowers and candles that she’d light when she wanted to read.
Estella would more often than not encourage Pip to join her, laying his head on her lap as she played with his short blond tresses. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to Pip. She was giving him a part of her world. Sharing it with him.
Pip had never had anything shared with him.