'This,' said Miss Havisham, pointing to the table, 'is where they will put me when I'm dead. I'll lie on the table, and my relations can come and look at me.' She put a bony hand on my shoulder, but I didn't want her to touch me. I was afraid she would die there and then. 'And that,' she added, pointing to the yellow shape, 'that was my wedding cake. Mine!' She looked all round the room angrily. 'Come!' she said suddenly. 'Help me walk round the room. And call Estella!'
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liquor.