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‘
I
should
be
somewhat
ashamed
of
myself
,
Clara
,
’
returned
Miss
Murdstone
,
‘
if
I
could
not
understand
the
boy
,
or
any
boy
.
I
don
’
t
profess
to
be
profound
;
but
I
do
lay
claim
to
common
sense
.
’
‘
No
doubt
,
my
dear
Jane
,
’
returned
my
mother
,
‘
your
understanding
is
very
vigorous
—
—
’
‘
Oh
dear
,
no
!
Pray
don
’
t
say
that
,
Clara
,
’
interposed
Miss
Murdstone
,
angrily
.
‘
But
I
am
sure
it
is
,
’
resumed
my
mother
;
‘
and
everybody
knows
it
is
.
I
profit
so
much
by
it
myself
,
in
many
ways
—
at
least
I
ought
to
—
that
no
one
can
be
more
convinced
of
it
than
myself
;
and
therefore
I
speak
with
great
diffidence
,
my
dear
Jane
,
I
assure
you
.
’
‘
We
’
ll
say
I
don
’
t
understand
the
boy
,
Clara
,
’
returned
Miss
Murdstone
,
arranging
the
little
fetters
on
her
wrists
.
‘
We
’
ll
agree
,
if
you
please
,
that
I
don
’
t
understand
him
at
all
.
He
is
much
too
deep
for
me
.
But
perhaps
my
brother
’
s
penetration
may
enable
him
to
have
some
insight
into
his
character
.
And
I
believe
my
brother
was
speaking
on
the
subject
when
we
—
not
very
decently
-
interrupted
him
.
’
‘
I
think
,
Clara
,
’
said
Mr
.
Murdstone
,
in
a
low
grave
voice
,
‘
that
there
may
be
better
and
more
dispassionate
judges
of
such
a
question
than
you
.
’
‘
Edward
,
’
replied
my
mother
,
timidly
,
‘
you
are
a
far
better
judge
of
all
questions
than
I
pretend
to
be
.
Both
you
and
Jane
are
.
I
only
said
—
—
’
‘
You
only
said
something
weak
and
inconsiderate
,
’
he
replied
.
‘
Try
not
to
do
it
again
,
my
dear
Clara
,
and
keep
a
watch
upon
yourself
.
’
My
mother
’
s
lips
moved
,
as
if
she
answered
‘
Yes
,
my
dear
Edward
,
’
but
she
said
nothing
aloud
.
