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‘
It
was
a
donkey
,
’
said
my
aunt
;
‘
and
it
was
the
one
with
the
stumpy
tail
which
that
Murdering
sister
of
a
woman
rode
,
when
she
came
to
my
house
.
’
This
had
been
,
ever
since
,
the
only
name
my
aunt
knew
for
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
If
there
is
any
Donkey
in
Dover
,
whose
audacity
it
is
harder
to
me
to
bear
than
another
’
s
,
that
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
striking
the
table
,
‘
is
the
animal
!
’
Janet
ventured
to
suggest
that
my
aunt
might
be
disturbing
herself
unnecessarily
,
and
that
she
believed
the
donkey
in
question
was
then
engaged
in
the
sand
-
and
-
gravel
line
of
business
,
and
was
not
available
for
purposes
of
trespass
.
But
my
aunt
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
it
.
Supper
was
comfortably
served
and
hot
,
though
my
aunt
’
s
rooms
were
very
high
up
—
whether
that
she
might
have
more
stone
stairs
for
her
money
,
or
might
be
nearer
to
the
door
in
the
roof
,
I
don
’
t
know
-
and
consisted
of
a
roast
fowl
,
a
steak
,
and
some
vegetables
,
to
all
of
which
I
did
ample
justice
,
and
which
were
all
excellent
.
But
my
aunt
had
her
own
ideas
concerning
London
provision
,
and
ate
but
little
.
‘
I
suppose
this
unfortunate
fowl
was
born
and
brought
up
in
a
cellar
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
and
never
took
the
air
except
on
a
hackney
coach
-
stand
.
I
hope
the
steak
may
be
beef
,
but
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
Nothing
’
s
genuine
in
the
place
,
in
my
opinion
,
but
the
dirt
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
you
think
the
fowl
may
have
come
out
of
the
country
,
aunt
?
’
I
hinted
.
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
returned
my
aunt
.
‘
It
would
be
no
pleasure
to
a
London
tradesman
to
sell
anything
which
was
what
he
pretended
it
was
.
’
I
did
not
venture
to
controvert
this
opinion
,
but
I
made
a
good
supper
,
which
it
greatly
satisfied
her
to
see
me
do
.
When
the
table
was
cleared
,
Janet
assisted
her
to
arrange
her
hair
,
to
put
on
her
nightcap
,
which
was
of
a
smarter
construction
than
usual
(
‘
in
case
of
fire
’
,
my
aunt
said
)
,
and
to
fold
her
gown
back
over
her
knees
,
these
being
her
usual
preparations
for
warming
herself
before
going
to
bed
.
I
then
made
her
,
according
to
certain
established
regulations
from
which
no
deviation
,
however
slight
,
could
ever
be
permitted
,
a
glass
of
hot
wine
and
water
,
and
a
slice
of
toast
cut
into
long
thin
strips
.
With
these
accompaniments
we
were
left
alone
to
finish
the
evening
,
my
aunt
sitting
opposite
to
me
drinking
her
wine
and
water
;
soaking
her
strips
of
toast
in
it
,
one
by
one
,
before
eating
them
;
and
looking
benignantly
on
me
,
from
among
the
borders
of
her
nightcap
.
‘
Well
,
Trot
,
’
she
began
,
‘
what
do
you
think
of
the
proctor
plan
?
Or
have
you
not
begun
to
think
about
it
yet
?
’
