In a gloomy, neglected house Miss Havisham sits, as she has sat year after
year, in a wedding dress and veil that were once white, and are now faded and
yellow with age. Her face is like a death's head, her dark eyes burn with
bitterness and hate. By her side sits a proud and beautiful girl, and in front
of her, trembling with fear in his thick country boots, stands young Pip. Miss
Havisham stares at Pip coldly, and murmurs to the girl at her side: 'Break his
heart, Estella. Break his heart!'