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'I have not worn anybody's life away, said Peggotty, 'I am thankful to think! No, Mr. Murdstone, I have not worrited and frightened any sweet creetur to an early grave!
Thus the holidays lagged away, until the morning came when Miss Murdstone said: 'Here's the last day off! and gave me the closing cup of tea of the vacation. I was not sorry to go. I had lapsed into a stupid state; but I was recovering a little and looking forward to Steerforth, albeit Mr. Creakle loomed behind him. Again Mr.
Murdstone: 'You can go when you like; I'll take my chance with the boy. If he's all you say he is, at least I can do as much for him then, as you have done. But I don't believe a word of it. 'Miss Trotwood, rejoined Mr. Murdstone, shrugging his shoulders, as he rose, 'if you were a gentleman 'Bah! Stuff and nonsense! said my aunt. 'Don't talk to me!
The reader now understands, as well as I do, what I was when I came to that point of my youthful history to which I am now coming again. One morning when I went into the parlour with my books, I found my mother looking anxious, Miss Murdstone looking firm, and Mr.
But the main point in at least one of these essays, The Incompatibles, is again connected with David Copperfield. I have said that, from the merely literary point of view, the perpetual ringing of the changes on Creakle, Murdstone, Quinion Quinion, Murdstone, Creakle is inartistic and irritating. But from the philosophical and political point of view it is far worse.
I don't think they'll ever be again the victims of the Murdstone aunt who is really a great-aunt and about twice as much in the autumn of her days as our new Albert's-uncle aunt. I think they plucked up spirit enough to tell their father they didn't like her which they'd never thought of doing before. Our own robber says their holidays in the country did them both a great deal of good.
Copperfield contracts her disastrous second marriage with Mr. Murdstone! Then how the scene changes. There come harshness and cruelty; banishment to Mr.
What yawns and dozes I lapsed into, in spite of all my care; what starts I came out of concealed sleeps with; what answers I never got, to little observations that I rarely made; what a blank space I seemed, which everybody overlooked, and yet was in everybody's way; what a heavy relief it was to hear Miss Murdstone hail the first stroke of nine at night, and order me to bed!
The depravity of the human heart is such 'You will oblige me, ma'am, interrupted Mr. Spenlow, 'by confining yourself to facts. Miss Murdstone cast down her eyes, shook her head as if protesting against this unseemly interruption, and with frowning dignity resumed: 'Since I am to confine myself to facts, I will state them as dryly as I can.
'It was a donkey, said my aunt; 'and it was the one with the stumpy tail which that Murdering sister of a woman rode, when she came to my house. This had been, ever since, the only name my aunt knew for Miss Murdstone. 'If there is any Donkey in Dover, whose audacity it is harder to me to bear than another's, that, said my aunt, striking the table, 'is the animal!
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