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This phrase lacks elegance and Dickens is not often inelegant, as those who do not read him may be surprised to learn but the impression is admirable; so is that which follows: "An indefinable kind of pause coming and going on their whole expression, both of face and form." Here is pure, mere impression again: "Miss Murdstone, who was busy at her writing- desk, gave me her cold finger-nails."
'Certainly, my dear Jane, replied my mother, who was holding me. 'I forgive you, my dear boy. God bless you! 'Clara! Miss Murdstone repeated. Miss Murdstone was good enough to take me out to the cart, and to say on the way that she hoped I would repent, before I came to a bad end; and then I got into the cart, and the lazy horse walked off with it.
I know that I worked from morning until night, a shabby child, and that I lounged about the streets, insufficiently and unsatisfactorily fed. I know that, but for the mercy of God, I might easily have been, for any care that was taken of me, a little robber or a little vagabond. Arrangements had been made by Mr. Murdstone for my lodging with Mr.
Murdstone binding something round the bottom of a cane a lithe and limber cane, which he left off binding when I came in, and poised and switched in the air. 'I tell you, Clara, said Mr. Murdstone, 'I have been often flogged myself. 'To be sure; of course, said Miss Murdstone. 'Certainly, my dear Jane, faltered my mother, meekly. 'But but do you think it did Edward good?
'I so far agree with what Miss Trotwood has remarked, observed Miss Murdstone, bridling, 'that I consider our lamented Clara to have been, in all essential respects, a mere child. 'It is a comfort to you and me, ma'am, said my aunt, 'who are getting on in life, and are not likely to be made unhappy by our personal attractions, that nobody can say the same of us.
'Rather a good marriage this, I believe? said Mr. Spenlow. I explained that I knew nothing about it. 'Indeed! he said. 'Speaking from the few words Mr. Murdstone dropped as a man frequently does on these occasions and from what Miss Murdstone let fall, I should say it was rather a good marriage. 'Do you mean that there is money, sir? I asked. 'Yes, said Mr.
'It's very hard, said my mother, 'that in my own house 'My own house? repeated Mr. Murdstone. 'Clara! 'OUR own house, I mean, faltered my mother, evidently frightened 'I hope you must know what I mean, Edward it's very hard that in YOUR own house I may not have a word to say about domestic matters. I am sure I managed very well before we were married.
'Who is? asked the gentleman, laughing. I looked up, quickly; being curious to know. 'Only Brooks of Sheffield, said Mr. Murdstone. I was quite relieved to find that it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for, at first, I really thought it was I. There seemed to be something very comical in the reputation of Mr.
He is sharp enough, said Mr. Murdstone, impatiently. 'You had better let him go. He will not thank you for troubling him. On this hint, Mr. Quinion released me, and I made the best of my way home. Looking back as I turned into the front garden, I saw Mr. Murdstone leaning against the wicket of the churchyard, and Mr. Quinion talking to him.
When he had finished, she turned her eyes so as to command Miss Murdstone, without otherwise disturbing her attitude, and said: 'Well, ma'am, have YOU got anything to remark?
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