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’
‘
EH
?
’
exclaimed
Miss
Betsey
,
in
a
tone
of
amazement
I
have
never
heard
approached
.
‘
If
you
please
,
aunt
,
I
am
your
nephew
.
’
‘
Oh
,
Lord
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
And
sat
flat
down
in
the
garden
-
path
.
‘
I
am
David
Copperfield
,
of
Blunderstone
,
in
Suffolk
—
where
you
came
,
on
the
night
when
I
was
born
,
and
saw
my
dear
mama
.
I
have
been
very
unhappy
since
she
died
.
I
have
been
slighted
,
and
taught
nothing
,
and
thrown
upon
myself
,
and
put
to
work
not
fit
for
me
.
It
made
me
run
away
to
you
.
I
was
robbed
at
first
setting
out
,
and
have
walked
all
the
way
,
and
have
never
slept
in
a
bed
since
I
began
the
journey
.
’
Here
my
self
-
support
gave
way
all
at
once
;
and
with
a
movement
of
my
hands
,
intended
to
show
her
my
ragged
state
,
and
call
it
to
witness
that
I
had
suffered
something
,
I
broke
into
a
passion
of
crying
,
which
I
suppose
had
been
pent
up
within
me
all
the
week
.
My
aunt
,
with
every
sort
of
expression
but
wonder
discharged
from
her
countenance
,
sat
on
the
gravel
,
staring
at
me
,
until
I
began
to
cry
;
when
she
got
up
in
a
great
hurry
,
collared
me
,
and
took
me
into
the
parlour
.
Her
first
proceeding
there
was
to
unlock
a
tall
press
,
bring
out
several
bottles
,
and
pour
some
of
the
contents
of
each
into
my
mouth
.
I
think
they
must
have
been
taken
out
at
random
,
for
I
am
sure
I
tasted
aniseed
water
,
anchovy
sauce
,
and
salad
dressing
.
When
she
had
administered
these
restoratives
,
as
I
was
still
quite
hysterical
,
and
unable
to
control
my
sobs
,
she
put
me
on
the
sofa
,
with
a
shawl
under
my
head
,
and
the
handkerchief
from
her
own
head
under
my
feet
,
lest
I
should
sully
the
cover
;
and
then
,
sitting
herself
down
behind
the
green
fan
or
screen
I
have
already
mentioned
,
so
that
I
could
not
see
her
face
,
ejaculated
at
intervals
,
‘
Mercy
on
us
!
’
letting
those
exclamations
off
like
minute
guns
.
After
a
time
she
rang
the
bell
.
‘
Janet
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
when
her
servant
came
in
.
‘
Go
upstairs
,
give
my
compliments
to
Mr
.
Dick
,
and
say
I
wish
to
speak
to
him
.
’
Janet
looked
a
little
surprised
to
see
me
lying
stiffly
on
the
sofa
(
I
was
afraid
to
move
lest
it
should
be
displeasing
to
my
aunt
)
,
but
went
on
her
errand
.
My
aunt
,
with
her
hands
behind
her
,
walked
up
and
down
the
room
,
until
the
gentleman
who
had
squinted
at
me
from
the
upper
window
came
in
laughing
.
‘
Mr
.
Dick
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
don
’
t
be
a
fool
,
because
nobody
can
be
more
discreet
than
you
can
,
when
you
choose
.
We
all
know
that
.
So
don
’
t
be
a
fool
,
whatever
you
are
.
’
