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Copperfield
,
I
will
be
plain
with
you
.
Mental
suffering
and
trial
supply
,
in
some
natures
,
the
place
of
years
,
and
I
will
be
as
plain
with
you
as
if
I
were
a
Lady
Abbess
.
No
.
The
suggestion
is
not
appropriate
to
our
Dora
.
Our
dearest
Dora
is
a
favourite
child
of
nature
.
She
is
a
thing
of
light
,
and
airiness
,
and
joy
.
I
am
free
to
confess
that
if
it
could
be
done
,
it
might
be
well
,
but
—
—
’
And
Miss
Mills
shook
her
head
.
I
was
encouraged
by
this
closing
admission
on
the
part
of
Miss
Mills
to
ask
her
,
whether
,
for
Dora
’
s
sake
,
if
she
had
any
opportunity
of
luring
her
attention
to
such
preparations
for
an
earnest
life
,
she
would
avail
herself
of
it
?
Miss
Mills
replied
in
the
affirmative
so
readily
,
that
I
further
asked
her
if
she
would
take
charge
of
the
Cookery
Book
;
and
,
if
she
ever
could
insinuate
it
upon
Dora
’
s
acceptance
,
without
frightening
her
,
undertake
to
do
me
that
crowning
service
.
Miss
Mills
accepted
this
trust
,
too
;
but
was
not
sanguine
.
And
Dora
returned
,
looking
such
a
lovely
little
creature
,
that
I
really
doubted
whether
she
ought
to
be
troubled
with
anything
so
ordinary
.
And
she
loved
me
so
much
,
and
was
so
captivating
(
particularly
when
she
made
Jip
stand
on
his
hind
legs
for
toast
,
and
when
she
pretended
to
hold
that
nose
of
his
against
the
hot
teapot
for
punishment
because
he
wouldn
’
t
)
,
that
I
felt
like
a
sort
of
Monster
who
had
got
into
a
Fairy
’
s
bower
,
when
I
thought
of
having
frightened
her
,
and
made
her
cry
.
After
tea
we
had
the
guitar
;
and
Dora
sang
those
same
dear
old
French
songs
about
the
impossibility
of
ever
on
any
account
leaving
off
dancing
,
La
ra
la
,
La
ra
la
,
until
I
felt
a
much
greater
Monster
than
before
.
We
had
only
one
check
to
our
pleasure
,
and
that
happened
a
little
while
before
I
took
my
leave
,
when
,
Miss
Mills
chancing
to
make
some
allusion
to
tomorrow
morning
,
I
unluckily
let
out
that
,
being
obliged
to
exert
myself
now
,
I
got
up
at
five
o
’
clock
.
Whether
Dora
had
any
idea
that
I
was
a
Private
Watchman
,
I
am
unable
to
say
;
but
it
made
a
great
impression
on
her
,
and
she
neither
played
nor
sang
any
more
.
It
was
still
on
her
mind
when
I
bade
her
adieu
;
and
she
said
to
me
,
in
her
pretty
coaxing
way
—
as
if
I
were
a
doll
,
I
used
to
think
:
‘
Now
don
’
t
get
up
at
five
o
’
clock
,
you
naughty
boy
.
It
’
s
so
nonsensical
!
’
‘
My
love
,
’
said
I
,
‘
I
have
work
to
do
.
’
‘
But
don
’
t
do
it
!
’
returned
Dora
.
‘
Why
should
you
?
’
It
was
impossible
to
say
to
that
sweet
little
surprised
face
,
otherwise
than
lightly
and
playfully
,
that
we
must
work
to
live
.
