Size: 39 cm x 27 cm
After Pip learns that Estella is going to marry his arch-rival Drummle, he delivers a heart-wrenching monologue about his good intentions on and for Estella, while holding her hand. Miss Havisham is awestruck by his words from deep down his soul, and by his noble behaviour.
Estella:
‘You will get me out of your thoughts in a week.’
Pip:
‘Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!’
Miss Havisham holds her hand to her heart, and looks with a ghastly look, mostly remorse for having deceived Pip into believing Estella was meant for him, just to hear the benevolent and revenge-free speech of Pip. She, left at the wedding altar by a scoundrel, expected only the worst from the heart of man. In her folly, she encouraged Pip to fall in love with Estella, hoping to see his heart break on the knowledge of this terrible news. However, Pip's self-sacrificing behaviour came as something totally unknown to her, who expected everybody to act as selfish as she was.
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