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"Halloa!" said he; "young fellow, who let you in?"

"Miss Estella."

"Who gave you leave to prowl about? Come and fight," said the pale young
gentleman.

What could I do but follow him? His manner was so final and I was so
astonished that I followed where he led, as if under a spell. "Stop a
minute, though," he said, "I ought to give you a reason for fighting too.
There it is!" In a most irritating manner he slapped his hands against one
another, flung one of his legs up behind him, pulled my hair, dipped his
head and butted it into my stomach. This bull-like proceeding, besides


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