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‘
Miss
Trotwood
!
’
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
observed
my
aunt
with
a
keen
look
.
‘
You
are
the
Mr
.
Murdstone
who
married
the
widow
of
my
late
nephew
,
David
Copperfield
,
of
Blunderstone
Rookery
!
—
Though
why
Rookery
,
I
don
’
t
know
!
’
‘
I
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Murdstone
.
‘
You
’
ll
excuse
my
saying
,
sir
,
’
returned
my
aunt
,
‘
that
I
think
it
would
have
been
a
much
better
and
happier
thing
if
you
had
left
that
poor
child
alone
.
’
‘
I
so
far
agree
with
what
Miss
Trotwood
has
remarked
,
’
observed
Miss
Murdstone
,
bridling
,
‘
that
I
consider
our
lamented
Clara
to
have
been
,
in
all
essential
respects
,
a
mere
child
.
’
‘
It
is
a
comfort
to
you
and
me
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
who
are
getting
on
in
life
,
and
are
not
likely
to
be
made
unhappy
by
our
personal
attractions
,
that
nobody
can
say
the
same
of
us
.
’
‘
No
doubt
!
’
returned
Miss
Murdstone
,
though
,
I
thought
,
not
with
a
very
ready
or
gracious
assent
.
‘
And
it
certainly
might
have
been
,
as
you
say
,
a
better
and
happier
thing
for
my
brother
if
he
had
never
entered
into
such
a
marriage
.
I
have
always
been
of
that
opinion
.
’
‘
I
have
no
doubt
you
have
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
Janet
,
’
ringing
the
bell
,
‘
my
compliments
to
Mr
.
Dick
,
and
beg
him
to
come
down
.
’
Until
he
came
,
my
aunt
sat
perfectly
upright
and
stiff
,
frowning
at
the
wall
.
When
he
came
,
my
aunt
performed
the
ceremony
of
introduction
.
