"Your own, one day, my dear, and you will use it well.

Let me see you play cards with this boy." "With this boy?
Why, he is a common laboring boy!" I thought I overheard Miss Havisham answer,--only it seemed so unlikely,--"Well?
You can break his heart." "What do you play, boy ?" asked Estella of myself, with the greatest disdain.
"Nothing but beggar my neighbor, miss." "Beggar him," said Miss Havisham to Estella.

So we sat down to cards.
It was then I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a long time ago.

I noticed that Miss Havisham put down the jewel exactly on the spot from which she had taken it up.

As Estella dealt the cards, I glanced at the dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, now yellow, had never been worn.