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"Abroad," said Miss Havisham; "educating for a lady; far out of reach; prettier than ever; admired by all who see her. Do you feel that you have lost her?" (15.69)
Before I could answer (if I could have answered so difficult a question at all), she repeated, "Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces—and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper—love her, love her, love her!" (29.85)
Miss Havisham reminds us here of a malfunctioning wind-up toy—all the wires are popping out and it's beginning to smoke. But at least we're getting a good look at how she works, and it's all betrayed and disappointed love.
"So!" she said, without being startled or surprised; "the days have worn away, have they?" (11.46)
Miss Havisham may not have any working clocks, but she does have impeccable sense of time: she knows exactly when her birthday falls each year.