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My
aunt
was
so
exasperated
by
the
coolness
with
which
Miss
Murdstone
looked
about
her
,
that
I
really
believe
she
was
motionless
,
and
unable
for
the
moment
to
dart
out
according
to
custom
.
I
seized
the
opportunity
to
inform
her
who
it
was
;
and
that
the
gentleman
now
coming
near
the
offender
(
for
the
way
up
was
very
steep
,
and
he
had
dropped
behind
)
,
was
Mr
.
Murdstone
himself
.
‘
I
don
’
t
care
who
it
is
!
’
cried
my
aunt
,
still
shaking
her
head
and
gesticulating
anything
but
welcome
from
the
bow
-
window
.
‘
I
won
’
t
be
trespassed
upon
.
I
won
’
t
allow
it
.
Go
away
!
Janet
,
turn
him
round
.
Lead
him
off
!
’
and
I
saw
,
from
behind
my
aunt
,
a
sort
of
hurried
battle
-
piece
,
in
which
the
donkey
stood
resisting
everybody
,
with
all
his
four
legs
planted
different
ways
,
while
Janet
tried
to
pull
him
round
by
the
bridle
,
Mr
.
Murdstone
tried
to
lead
him
on
,
Miss
Murdstone
struck
at
Janet
with
a
parasol
,
and
several
boys
,
who
had
come
to
see
the
engagement
,
shouted
vigorously
.
But
my
aunt
,
suddenly
descrying
among
them
the
young
malefactor
who
was
the
donkey
’
s
guardian
,
and
who
was
one
of
the
most
inveterate
offenders
against
her
,
though
hardly
in
his
teens
,
rushed
out
to
the
scene
of
action
,
pounced
upon
him
,
captured
him
,
dragged
him
,
with
his
jacket
over
his
head
,
and
his
heels
grinding
the
ground
,
into
the
garden
,
and
,
calling
upon
Janet
to
fetch
the
constables
and
justices
,
that
he
might
be
taken
,
tried
,
and
executed
on
the
spot
,
held
him
at
bay
there
.
This
part
of
the
business
,
however
,
did
not
last
long
;
for
the
young
rascal
,
being
expert
at
a
variety
of
feints
and
dodges
,
of
which
my
aunt
had
no
conception
,
soon
went
whooping
away
,
leaving
some
deep
impressions
of
his
nailed
boots
in
the
flower
-
beds
,
and
taking
his
donkey
in
triumph
with
him
.
Miss
Murdstone
,
during
the
latter
portion
of
the
contest
,
had
dismounted
,
and
was
now
waiting
with
her
brother
at
the
bottom
of
the
steps
,
until
my
aunt
should
be
at
leisure
to
receive
them
.
My
aunt
,
a
little
ruffled
by
the
combat
,
marched
past
them
into
the
house
,
with
great
dignity
,
and
took
no
notice
of
their
presence
,
until
they
were
announced
by
Janet
.
‘
Shall
I
go
away
,
aunt
?
’
I
asked
,
trembling
.
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
Certainly
not
!
’
With
which
she
pushed
me
into
a
corner
near
her
,
and
fenced
Me
in
with
a
chair
,
as
if
it
were
a
prison
or
a
bar
of
justice
.
This
position
I
continued
to
occupy
during
the
whole
interview
,
and
from
it
I
now
saw
Mr
.
and
Miss
Murdstone
enter
the
room
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
I
was
not
aware
at
first
to
whom
I
had
the
pleasure
of
objecting
.
But
I
don
’
t
allow
anybody
to
ride
over
that
turf
.
I
make
no
exceptions
.
I
don
’
t
allow
anybody
to
do
it
.
’
‘
Your
regulation
is
rather
awkward
to
strangers
,
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
Is
it
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
Mr
.
Murdstone
seemed
afraid
of
a
renewal
of
hostilities
,
and
interposing
began
:
