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'Is that the reason why Miss Murdstone took the clothes out of my drawers? which she had done, though I have forgotten to mention it. 'Yes, said Peggotty. 'Box. 'Shan't I see mama? 'Yes, said Peggotty. 'Morning.
I mustered courage once, to ask Miss Murdstone when I was going back to school; and she answered dryly, she believed I was not going back at all. I was told nothing more. I was very anxious to know what was going to be done with me, and so was Peggotty; but neither she nor I could pick up any information on the subject.
Murdstone; nobody else in his world was to be firm at all, for everybody was to be bent to his firmness. Miss Murdstone was an exception. She might be firm, but only by relationship, and in an inferior and tributary degree. My mother was another exception. She might be firm, and must be; but only in bearing their firmness, and firmly believing there was no other firmness upon earth.
It was Miss Murdstone who was arrived, and a gloomy-looking lady she was; dark, like her brother, whom she greatly resembled in face and voice; and with very heavy eyebrows, nearly meeting over her large nose, as if, being disabled by the wrongs of her sex from wearing whiskers, she had carried them to that account.
Still, I must say, they are very severe, sir: both as to this life and the next. 'The next will be regulated without much reference to them, I dare say, I returned: 'what are they doing as to this? Mr. Chillip shook his head, stirred his negus, and sipped it. 'She was a charming woman, sir! he observed in a plaintive manner. 'The present Mrs. Murdstone?
I answered, "Nothing," and turned over, to hide my trembling lip. "Davy," said my mother. "Davy, my child!" Then when she would have caressed me in the old fashion, Mr. Murdstone came up and sent the others away. "David," he said, making his lips thin, by pressing them together, "if I have an obstinate horse or dog to deal with, what do you think I do?" "I don't know." "I beat him.
'How exquisitely polite! exclaimed Miss Murdstone, rising. 'Overpowering, really! 'Do you think I don't know, said my aunt, turning a deaf ear to the sister, and continuing to address the brother, and to shake her head at him with infinite expression, 'what kind of life you must have led that poor, unhappy, misdirected baby?
'It is very hard, because we have not a kind Mama, that we are to have, instead, a sulky, gloomy old thing like Miss Murdstone, always following us about isn't it, Jip? Never mind, Jip. We won't be confidential, and we'll make ourselves as happy as we can in spite of her, and we'll tease her, and not please her won't we, Jip?
'The boy will be idle there, said Miss Murdstone, looking into a pickle-jar, 'and idleness is the root of all evil. But, to be sure, he would be idle here or anywhere, in my opinion. Peggotty had an angry answer ready, I could see; but she swallowed it for my sake, and remained silent.
'Allow me to inquire, Miss Trotwood, interposed Miss Murdstone, 'whom you are pleased to call, in a choice of words in which I am not experienced, my brother's instruments?
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