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‘
She
’
s
the
most
ridiculous
creature
that
ever
was
born
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
I
knew
,
from
the
first
moment
when
I
saw
her
with
that
poor
dear
blessed
baby
of
a
mother
of
yours
,
that
she
was
the
most
ridiculous
of
mortals
.
But
there
are
good
points
in
Barkis
!
’
Affecting
to
laugh
,
she
got
an
opportunity
of
putting
her
hand
to
her
eyes
.
Having
availed
herself
of
it
,
she
resumed
her
toast
and
her
discourse
together
.
‘
Ah
!
Mercy
upon
us
!
’
sighed
my
aunt
.
‘
I
know
all
about
it
,
Trot
!
Barkis
and
myself
had
quite
a
gossip
while
you
were
out
with
Dick
.
I
know
all
about
it
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
these
wretched
girls
expect
to
go
to
,
for
my
part
.
I
wonder
they
don
’
t
knock
out
their
brains
against
—
against
mantelpieces
,
’
said
my
aunt
;
an
idea
which
was
probably
suggested
to
her
by
her
contemplation
of
mine
.
‘
Poor
Emily
!
’
said
I
.
‘
Oh
,
don
’
t
talk
to
me
about
poor
,
’
returned
my
aunt
.
‘
She
should
have
thought
of
that
,
before
she
caused
so
much
misery
!
Give
me
a
kiss
,
Trot
.
I
am
sorry
for
your
early
experience
.
’
As
I
bent
forward
,
she
put
her
tumbler
on
my
knee
to
detain
me
,
and
said
:
‘
Oh
,
Trot
,
Trot
!
And
so
you
fancy
yourself
in
love
!
Do
you
?
’
‘
Fancy
,
aunt
!
’
I
exclaimed
,
as
red
as
I
could
be
.
‘
I
adore
her
with
my
whole
soul
!
’
‘
Dora
,
indeed
!
’
returned
my
aunt
.
‘
And
you
mean
to
say
the
little
thing
is
very
fascinating
,
I
suppose
?
’
