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The
bell
rang
again
so
soon
that
I
made
a
mere
scramble
of
my
dressing
,
instead
of
the
careful
operation
I
could
have
wished
under
the
circumstances
,
and
went
downstairs
.
There
was
some
company
.
Dora
was
talking
to
an
old
gentleman
with
a
grey
head
.
Grey
as
he
was
—
and
a
great
-
grandfather
into
the
bargain
,
for
he
said
so
—
I
was
madly
jealous
of
him
.
What
a
state
of
mind
I
was
in
!
I
was
jealous
of
everybody
.
I
couldn
’
t
bear
the
idea
of
anybody
knowing
Mr
.
Spenlow
better
than
I
did
.
It
was
torturing
to
me
to
hear
them
talk
of
occurrences
in
which
I
had
had
no
share
.
When
a
most
amiable
person
,
with
a
highly
polished
bald
head
,
asked
me
across
the
dinner
table
,
if
that
were
the
first
occasion
of
my
seeing
the
grounds
,
I
could
have
done
anything
to
him
that
was
savage
and
revengeful
.
I
don
’
t
remember
who
was
there
,
except
Dora
.
I
have
not
the
least
idea
what
we
had
for
dinner
,
besides
Dora
.
My
impression
is
,
that
I
dined
off
Dora
,
entirely
,
and
sent
away
half
-
a
-
dozen
plates
untouched
.
I
sat
next
to
her
.
I
talked
to
her
.
She
had
the
most
delightful
little
voice
,
the
gayest
little
laugh
,
the
pleasantest
and
most
fascinating
little
ways
,
that
ever
led
a
lost
youth
into
hopeless
slavery
.
She
was
rather
diminutive
altogether
.
So
much
the
more
precious
,
I
thought
.
When
she
went
out
of
the
room
with
Miss
Murdstone
(
no
other
ladies
were
of
the
party
)
,
I
fell
into
a
reverie
,
only
disturbed
by
the
cruel
apprehension
that
Miss
Murdstone
would
disparage
me
to
her
.
The
amiable
creature
with
the
polished
head
told
me
a
long
story
,
which
I
think
was
about
gardening
.
I
think
I
heard
him
say
,
‘
my
gardener
’
,
several
times
.
I
seemed
to
pay
the
deepest
attention
to
him
,
but
I
was
wandering
in
a
garden
of
Eden
all
the
while
,
with
Dora
.
My
apprehensions
of
being
disparaged
to
the
object
of
my
engrossing
affection
were
revived
when
we
went
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
by
the
grim
and
distant
aspect
of
Miss
Murdstone
.
But
I
was
relieved
of
them
in
an
unexpected
manner
.
‘
David
Copperfield
,
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
beckoning
me
aside
into
a
window
.
‘
A
word
.
’
I
confronted
Miss
Murdstone
alone
.
‘
David
Copperfield
,
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
‘
I
need
not
enlarge
upon
family
circumstances
.
They
are
not
a
tempting
subject
.
’
‘
Far
from
it
,
ma
’
am
,
’
I
returned
.
‘
Far
from
it
,
’
assented
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
I
do
not
wish
to
revive
the
memory
of
past
differences
,
or
of
past
outrages
.
I
have
received
outrages
from
a
person
—
a
female
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
for
the
credit
of
my
sex
—
who
is
not
to
be
mentioned
without
scorn
and
disgust
;
and
therefore
I
would
rather
not
mention
her
.
’
I
felt
very
fiery
on
my
aunt
’
s
account
;
but
I
said
it
would
certainly
be
better
,
if
Miss
Murdstone
pleased
,
not
to
mention
her
.
I
could
not
hear
her
disrespectfully
mentioned
,
I
added
,
without
expressing
my
opinion
in
a
decided
tone
.
