“Look at me,” said Miss Havisham. “You are not afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since you were born?” I regret to state 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, one upon the other, on her left side. “Yes, ma’am.” (It made me think of the young man.) “What do I touch?” “Your heart.” “Broken!” She uttered the word with an eager look, and with strong emphasis, and with a weird smile that had a kind of boast in it. Afterwards, she kept her hands there for a little while, and slowly
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