Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress that had been dug out of a vault under the church pavement.

Now, waxwork and skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked at me.

I should have cried out, if I could.
"Who is it ?" said the lady at the table.
"Pip, ma'am." "Pip ?" "Mr.Pumblechook's boy, ma'am.

Come--to play." "Come nearer; let me look at you.

Come close." It was when I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, that I took note of the surrounding objects in detail, and saw that her watch had stopped at twenty minutes to nine, and that a clock in the room had stopped at twenty minutes to nine.
"Look at me," said Miss Havisham.