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‘
Very
well
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
,
‘
I
must
try
my
influence
with
my
daughter
.
’
Miss
Murdstone
,
by
an
expressive
sound
,
a
long
drawn
respiration
,
which
was
neither
a
sigh
nor
a
moan
,
but
was
like
both
,
gave
it
as
her
opinion
that
he
should
have
done
this
at
first
.
‘
I
must
try
,
’
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
,
confirmed
by
this
support
,
‘
my
influence
with
my
daughter
.
Do
you
decline
to
take
those
letters
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
?
’
For
I
had
laid
them
on
the
table
.
Yes
.
I
told
him
I
hoped
he
would
not
think
it
wrong
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
possibly
take
them
from
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
Nor
from
me
?
’
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
.
No
,
I
replied
with
the
profoundest
respect
;
nor
from
him
.
‘
Very
well
!
’
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
.
A
silence
succeeding
,
I
was
undecided
whether
to
go
or
stay
.
At
length
I
was
moving
quietly
towards
the
door
,
with
the
intention
of
saying
that
perhaps
I
should
consult
his
feelings
best
by
withdrawing
:
when
he
said
,
with
his
hands
in
his
coat
pockets
,
into
which
it
was
as
much
as
he
could
do
to
get
them
;
and
with
what
I
should
call
,
upon
the
whole
,
a
decidedly
pious
air
:
‘
You
are
probably
aware
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
that
I
am
not
altogether
destitute
of
worldly
possessions
,
and
that
my
daughter
is
my
nearest
and
dearest
relative
?
’
