The soldiers took the convict back in irons, and he said he had stolen the food himself, to save me. Some months later my sister sent me to play at Satis House, where a rich lady named Miss Havisham lived behind shut blinds. Every clock in the house had stopped at twenty minutes to nine. She sat in a faded wedding dress with one shoe off, and the bride cake on the long table was grey with cobwebs. Her heart had been broken on her wedding morning, and she had stopped the world on that minute. She kept a beautiful girl named Estella to practise cruelty on. What coarse hands he has, said Estella, and what thick boots. I had never thought about my hands before that afternoon. I went home ashamed of the forge, and being ashamed of the forge was the beginning of everything that came after.