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'Do you know the Giantess in question, Daisy? inquired Steerforth. I was obliged to confess I felt ashamed, even of being at this disadvantage before Littimer that Miss Mowcher and I were wholly unacquainted. 'Then you shall know her, said Steerforth, 'for she is one of the seven wonders of the world. When Miss Mowcher comes, show her in.
'What did I know? said Miss Mowcher, taking out her handkerchief again, and giving one little stamp on the ground whenever, at short intervals, she applied it to her eyes with both hands at once. 'He was crossing you and wheedling you, I saw; and you were soft wax in his hands, I saw. How could I BUT believe him? I saw Steerforth soothe and please you by his praise of her!
'Look here! taking something out. 'Scraps of the Russian Prince's nails. Prince Alphabet turned topsy-turvy, I call him, for his name's got all the letters in it, higgledy-piggledy. 'The Russian Prince is a client of yours, is he? said Steerforth. 'I believe you, my pet, replied Miss Mowcher. 'I keep his nails in order for him. Twice a week! Fingers and toes.
It made me start as much as if it had been the knock of a footman to a person of distinction. I opened the door; and at first looked down, to my amazement, on nothing but a great umbrella that appeared to be walking about of itself. But presently I discovered underneath it, Miss Mowcher.
Did he sip every flower, and change every hour, until Polly his passion requited? Is her name Polly? The Elfin suddenness with which she pounced upon me with this question, and a searching look, quite disconcerted me for a moment. 'No, Miss Mowcher, I replied. 'Her name is Emily. 'Aha? she cried exactly as before. 'Umph? What a rattle I am! Mr. Copperfield, ain't I volatile?
I'm very fond of peaches. Happy to make your acquaintance, Mr. Copperfield, I'm sure. I said that I congratulated myself on having the honour to make hers, and that the happiness was mutual. 'Oh, my goodness, how polite we are! exclaimed Miss Mowcher, making a preposterous attempt to cover her large face with her morsel of a hand. 'What a world of gammon and spinnage it is, though, ain't it!
Now that, my child, continued Miss Mowcher, rubbing all the time as busily as ever, 'is another instance of the refreshing humbug I was speaking of. I do something in that way myself perhaps a good deal perhaps a little sharp's the word, my dear boy never mind! 'In what way do you mean? In the rouge way? said Steerforth.
I stood amazed at the revelation of all this perfidy, looking at Miss Mowcher as she walked up and down the kitchen until she was out of breath: when she sat upon the fender again, and, drying her face with her handkerchief, shook her head for a long time, without otherwise moving, and without breaking silence. 'My country rounds, she added at length, 'brought me to Norwich, Mr.
'Will you be improved? 'Thank you, Miss Mowcher, not this evening. 'Don't say no, returned the little woman, looking at me with the aspect of a connoisseur; 'a little bit more eyebrow? 'Thank you, I returned, 'some other time. 'Have it carried half a quarter of an inch towards the temple, said Miss Mowcher. 'We can do it in a fortnight. 'No, I thank you. Not at present.
Poor little Mowcher turned so chilly after all her crying and fretting, that she turned round on the fender, putting her poor little wet feet in among the ashes to warm them, and sat looking at the fire, like a large doll. I sat in a chair on the other side of the hearth, lost in unhappy reflections, and looking at the fire too, and sometimes at her.
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