Out of my thoughts You are part of my existence part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read since I first came here the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since on the river on the sails of the ships on the marshes in the clouds in the light in the darkness in the wind in the woods in the sea in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made are not more real or more impossible to displace with your hands than your presence and influence have been to me there and everywhere and will be. Estella to the last hour of my life you cannot choose but remain part of my character part of the little good in me part of the evil. But in this separation I associate you only with the good and I will faithfully hold you to that always for you must have done me far more good than harm let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you God forgive you