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In the meantime, I learnt lessons at home. Shall I ever forget those lessons! They were presided over nominally by my mother, but really by Mr. Murdstone and his sister, who were always present, and found them a favourable occasion for giving my mother lessons in that miscalled firmness, which was the bane of both our lives. I believe I was kept at home for that purpose.
There's evidence, said my mother, sobbing; 'ask Peggotty if I didn't do very well when I wasn't interfered with! 'Edward, said Miss Murdstone, 'let there be an end of this. I go tomorrow. 'Jane Murdstone, said her brother, 'be silent! How dare you to insinuate that you don't know my character better than your words imply?
I think of the number of yards of net in Miss Murdstone's cap, or of the price of Mr. Murdstone's dressing-gown, or any such ridiculous problem that I have no business with, and don't want to have anything at all to do with. Mr. Murdstone makes a movement of impatience which I have been expecting for a long time. Miss Murdstone does the same.
'Now, Clara, says Mr. Murdstone, 'be firm with the boy. Don't say, "Oh, Davy, Davy!" That's childish. He knows his lesson, or he does not know it. 'He does NOT know it, Miss Murdstone interposes awfully. 'I am really afraid he does not, says my mother. 'Then, you see, Clara, returns Miss Murdstone, 'you should just give him the book back, and make him know it.
'But it is not necessary, said Miss Murdstone, 'that these opinions should come into collision here. Under existing circumstances, it is as well on all accounts that they should not. As the chances of life have brought us together again, and may bring us together on other occasions, I would say, let us meet here as distant acquaintances.
"The people I see now are not a bit like the ones I used to meet here. Mr. Harsanyi's pupils, even the dumb ones, had more well, more of everything, it seems to me. The people I have to play accompaniments for are discouraging. The professionals, like Katharine Priest and Miles Murdstone, are worst of all. If I have to play 'The Messiah' much longer for Mrs. Priest, I'll go out of my mind!"
Dick took his finger out of his mouth, on this hint, and stood among the group, with a grave and attentive expression of face. My aunt inclined her head to Mr. Murdstone, who went on: 'Miss Trotwood: on the receipt of your letter, I considered it an act of greater justice to myself, and perhaps of more respect to you-' 'Thank you, said my aunt, still eyeing him keenly. 'You needn't mind me.
Accordingly, I went to work very hard, both in play and in earnest, and gained great commendation. And, in a very little while, the Murdstone and Grinby life became so strange to me that I hardly believed in it, while my present life grew so familiar, that I seemed to have been leading it a long time. Doctor Strong's was an excellent school; as different from Mr. Creakle's as good is from evil.
Spenlow, who, I suppose, had been surprised to see us recognize each other, then put in his word. 'I am glad to find, he said, 'Copperfield, that you and Miss Murdstone are already acquainted. 'Mr. Copperfield and myself, said Miss Murdstone, with severe composure, 'are connexions. We were once slightly acquainted. It was in his childish days. Circumstances have separated us since.
'You are not very intimate with Miss Murdstone, are you? said Dora. 'My pet. 'No, I replied. 'Not at all so. 'She is a tiresome creature, said Dora, pouting. 'I can't think what papa can have been about, when he chose such a vexatious thing to be my companion. Who wants a protector? I am sure I don't want a protector.
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