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‘
Not
the
ghost
of
one
,
’
replied
Miss
Mowcher
.
‘
We
could
show
her
the
substance
of
one
,
I
think
?
’
said
Steerforth
,
addressing
his
eyes
to
mine
.
‘
Eh
,
Daisy
?
’
‘
Yes
,
indeed
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Aha
?
’
cried
the
little
creature
,
glancing
sharply
at
my
face
,
and
then
peeping
round
at
Steerforth
’
s
.
‘
Umph
?
’
The
first
exclamation
sounded
like
a
question
put
to
both
of
us
,
and
the
second
like
a
question
put
to
Steerforth
only
.
She
seemed
to
have
found
no
answer
to
either
,
but
continued
to
rub
,
with
her
head
on
one
side
and
her
eye
turned
up
,
as
if
she
were
looking
for
an
answer
in
the
air
and
were
confident
of
its
appearing
presently
.
‘
A
sister
of
yours
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
?
’
she
cried
,
after
a
pause
,
and
still
keeping
the
same
look
-
out
.
‘
Aye
,
aye
?
’
‘
No
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
before
I
could
reply
.
‘
Nothing
of
the
sort
.
On
the
contrary
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
used
—
or
I
am
much
mistaken
—
to
have
a
great
admiration
for
her
.
’
‘
Why
,
hasn
’
t
he
now
?
’
returned
Miss
Mowcher
.
‘
Is
he
fickle
?
Oh
,
for
shame
!
Did
he
sip
every
flower
,
and
change
every
hour
,
until
Polly
his
passion
requited
?
—
Is
her
name
Polly
?
’
The
Elfin
suddenness
with
which
she
pounced
upon
me
with
this
question
,
and
a
searching
look
,
quite
disconcerted
me
for
a
moment
.
‘
No
,
Miss
Mowcher
,
’
I
replied
.
‘
Her
name
is
Emily
.
’
