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I
don
’
t
think
I
was
much
astonished
.
To
the
best
of
my
judgement
,
no
capacity
of
astonishment
was
left
in
me
.
There
was
nothing
worth
mentioning
in
the
material
world
,
but
Dora
Spenlow
,
to
be
astonished
about
.
I
said
,
‘
How
do
you
do
,
Miss
Murdstone
?
I
hope
you
are
well
.
’
She
answered
,
‘
Very
well
.
’
I
said
,
‘
How
is
Mr
.
Murdstone
?
’
She
replied
,
‘
My
brother
is
robust
,
I
am
obliged
to
you
.
’
Mr
.
Spenlow
,
who
,
I
suppose
,
had
been
surprised
to
see
us
recognize
each
other
,
then
put
in
his
word
.
‘
I
am
glad
to
find
,
’
he
said
,
‘
Copperfield
,
that
you
and
Miss
Murdstone
are
already
acquainted
.
’
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
and
myself
,
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
with
severe
composure
,
‘
are
connexions
.
We
were
once
slightly
acquainted
.
It
was
in
his
childish
days
.
Circumstances
have
separated
us
since
.
I
should
not
have
known
him
.
’
I
replied
that
I
should
have
known
her
,
anywhere
.
Which
was
true
enough
.
‘
Miss
Murdstone
has
had
the
goodness
,
’
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
to
me
,
‘
to
accept
the
office
—
if
I
may
so
describe
it
—
of
my
daughter
Dora
’
s
confidential
friend
.
My
daughter
Dora
having
,
unhappily
,
no
mother
,
Miss
Murdstone
is
obliging
enough
to
become
her
companion
and
protector
.
’
A
passing
thought
occurred
to
me
that
Miss
Murdstone
,
like
the
pocket
instrument
called
a
life
-
preserver
,
was
not
so
much
designed
for
purposes
of
protection
as
of
assault
.
But
as
I
had
none
but
passing
thoughts
for
any
subject
save
Dora
,
I
glanced
at
her
,
directly
afterwards
,
and
was
thinking
that
I
saw
,
in
her
prettily
pettish
manner
,
that
she
was
not
very
much
inclined
to
be
particularly
confidential
to
her
companion
and
protector
,
when
a
bell
rang
,
which
Mr
.
Spenlow
said
was
the
first
dinner
-
bell
,
and
so
carried
me
off
to
dress
.
The
idea
of
dressing
one
’
s
self
,
or
doing
anything
in
the
way
of
action
,
in
that
state
of
love
,
was
a
little
too
ridiculous
.
I
could
only
sit
down
before
my
fire
,
biting
the
key
of
my
carpet
-
bag
,
and
think
of
the
captivating
,
girlish
,
bright
-
eyed
lovely
Dora
.
What
a
form
she
had
,
what
a
face
she
had
,
what
a
graceful
,
variable
,
enchanting
manner
!
