"Pip?"
"Mr. Pumblechook's boy, ma'am. Come—to play."
"Come nearer; let me look at you. Come close."
When I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, I took in all the details of the room and saw that her watch and clock had both stopped.
"Look at me," said Miss Havisham. "You are not afraid of a woman who has not seen the sun since you were born?"
I regret to say that I was not afraid of telling the enormous lie comprehended in the answer, "No."
"Do you know what I touch here?" she said, laying her hands on her left side.
"Yes, ma'am."
"What do I touch?"
"Your heart."