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I wonder sometimes, when I think of it, what they would have done if I had been taken with an illness; whether I should have lain down in my lonely room, and languished through it in my usual solitary way, or whether anybody would have helped me out. When Mr. and Miss Murdstone were at home, I took my meals with them; in their absence, I ate and drank by myself.

Of the three figures selected in particular, Creakle is a caricature; Murdstone, though not exactly that, is a repulsive exception; and Quinion is so mere a comparse or "super" that to base any generalisation on him is absurd. The dislike of the British public to be "talked book to" may be healthy or unhealthy; but if it takes no great heed of this kind of talking book, small blame to it!

I give him my hand, which he holds in his. 'Dear me! says Mr. Chillip, meekly smiling, with something shining in his eye. 'Our little friends grow up around us. They grow out of our knowledge, ma'am? This is to Miss Murdstone, who makes no reply. 'There is a great improvement here, ma'am? says Mr. Chillip. Miss Murdstone merely answers with a frown and a formal bend: Mr.

'Is there anybody here for a yoongster, booked in the name of Murdstone, from Bloonderstone, Sooffolk, but owning to the name of Copperfield, to be left till called for? said the guard. 'Come! IS there anybody? No. There was nobody.

Murdstone, with an impatient, even an angry gesture, resumed, without noticing what he had said: 'Those terms are, that you will earn enough for yourself to provide for your eating and drinking, and pocket-money. So will your washing Which will be kept down to my estimate, said his sister. 'Your clothes will be looked after for you, too, said Mr.

I ceased to draw back, and we went straight to the best parlour, where she left me. On one side of the fire, sat my mother; on the other, Mr. Murdstone. My mother dropped her work, and arose hurriedly, but timidly I thought. 'Now, Clara my dear, said Mr. Murdstone. 'Recollect! control yourself, always control yourself! Davy boy, how do you do? I gave him my hand.

But afterwards we thought perhaps it was all for the best, because if left alone he might have married widows, or old German governesses, or Murdstone aunts, like Daisy and Denny have, instead of the fortunate lady that we were the cause of his being married by. The wedding was just before Christmas, and we were all there.

Then followed some assurances of affection, which Peggotty sobbed through the keyhole, and from that night I had an affection for her greater than for any one, except my mother. In the morning Miss Murdstone appeared and told me what I already knew, and said that I was to come down into the parlour, and have my breakfast.

Murdstone: which I couldn't satisfy myself about by any means, I seemed to have bitten him in such a remote antiquity. They squeezed me so hard sometimes, that I could not help crying out, 'Oh! If you please! which they didn't like at all, because it woke them.

A word of encouragement, of pity for my childish ignorance, of welcome home, of reassurance to me that it was home, might have made me dutiful to him in my heart henceforth, instead of in my hypocritical outside, and might have made me respect instead of hating him. Miss Murdstone arrived next day; she was dark, like her brother, and greatly resembled him in face and voice.

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