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Miss
Murdstone
shut
her
eyes
,
and
disdainfully
inclined
her
head
;
then
,
slowly
opening
her
eyes
,
resumed
:
‘
David
Copperfield
,
I
shall
not
attempt
to
disguise
the
fact
,
that
I
formed
an
unfavourable
opinion
of
you
in
your
childhood
.
It
may
have
been
a
mistaken
one
,
or
you
may
have
ceased
to
justify
it
.
That
is
not
in
question
between
us
now
.
I
belong
to
a
family
remarkable
,
I
believe
,
for
some
firmness
;
and
I
am
not
the
creature
of
circumstance
or
change
.
I
may
have
my
opinion
of
you
.
You
may
have
your
opinion
of
me
.
’
I
inclined
my
head
,
in
my
turn
.
‘
But
it
is
not
necessary
,
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
‘
that
these
opinions
should
come
into
collision
here
.
Under
existing
circumstances
,
it
is
as
well
on
all
accounts
that
they
should
not
.
As
the
chances
of
life
have
brought
us
together
again
,
and
may
bring
us
together
on
other
occasions
,
I
would
say
,
let
us
meet
here
as
distant
acquaintances
.
Family
circumstances
are
a
sufficient
reason
for
our
only
meeting
on
that
footing
,
and
it
is
quite
unnecessary
that
either
of
us
should
make
the
other
the
subject
of
remark
.
Do
you
approve
of
this
?
’
‘
Miss
Murdstone
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
I
think
you
and
Mr
.
Murdstone
used
me
very
cruelly
,
and
treated
my
mother
with
great
unkindness
.
I
shall
always
think
so
,
as
long
as
I
live
.
But
I
quite
agree
in
what
you
propose
.
’
Miss
Murdstone
shut
her
eyes
again
,
and
bent
her
head
.
Then
,
just
touching
the
back
of
my
hand
with
the
tips
of
her
cold
,
stiff
fingers
,
she
walked
away
,
arranging
the
little
fetters
on
her
wrists
and
round
her
neck
;
which
seemed
to
be
the
same
set
,
in
exactly
the
same
state
,
as
when
I
had
seen
her
last
.
These
reminded
me
,
in
reference
to
Miss
Murdstone
’
s
nature
,
of
the
fetters
over
a
jail
door
;
suggesting
on
the
outside
,
to
all
beholders
,
what
was
to
be
expected
within
.
All
I
know
of
the
rest
of
the
evening
is
,
that
I
heard
the
empress
of
my
heart
sing
enchanted
ballads
in
the
French
language
,
generally
to
the
effect
that
,
whatever
was
the
matter
,
we
ought
always
to
dance
,
Ta
ra
la
,
Ta
ra
la
!
accompanying
herself
on
a
glorified
instrument
,
resembling
a
guitar
.
That
I
was
lost
in
blissful
delirium
.
That
I
refused
refreshment
.
That
my
soul
recoiled
from
punch
particularly
.
That
when
Miss
Murdstone
took
her
into
custody
and
led
her
away
,
she
smiled
and
gave
me
her
delicious
hand
.
That
I
caught
a
view
of
myself
in
a
mirror
,
looking
perfectly
imbecile
and
idiotic
.
That
I
retired
to
bed
in
a
most
maudlin
state
of
mind
,
and
got
up
in
a
crisis
of
feeble
infatuation
.
It
was
a
fine
morning
,
and
early
,
and
I
thought
I
would
go
and
take
a
stroll
down
one
of
those
wire
-
arched
walks
,
and
indulge
my
passion
by
dwelling
on
her
image
.
On
my
way
through
the
hall
,
I
encountered
her
little
dog
,
who
was
called
Jip
—
short
for
Gipsy
.
I
approached
him
tenderly
,
for
I
loved
even
him
;
but
he
showed
his
whole
set
of
teeth
,
got
under
a
chair
expressly
to
snarl
,
and
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
the
least
familiarity
.
