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‘
Humph
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
Unfortunate
baby
!
’
Mr
.
Dick
,
who
had
been
rattling
his
money
all
this
time
,
was
rattling
it
so
loudly
now
,
that
my
aunt
felt
it
necessary
to
check
him
with
a
look
,
before
saying
:
‘
The
poor
child
’
s
annuity
died
with
her
?
’
‘
Died
with
her
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Murdstone
.
‘
And
there
was
no
settlement
of
the
little
property
—
the
house
and
garden
—
the
what
’
s
-
its
-
name
Rookery
without
any
rooks
in
it
—
upon
her
boy
?
’
‘
It
had
been
left
to
her
,
unconditionally
,
by
her
first
husband
,
’
Mr
.
Murdstone
began
,
when
my
aunt
caught
him
up
with
the
greatest
irascibility
and
impatience
.
‘
Good
Lord
,
man
,
there
’
s
no
occasion
to
say
that
.
Left
to
her
unconditionally
!
I
think
I
see
David
Copperfield
looking
forward
to
any
condition
of
any
sort
or
kind
,
though
it
stared
him
point
-
blank
in
the
face
!
Of
course
it
was
left
to
her
unconditionally
.
But
when
she
married
again
—
when
she
took
that
most
disastrous
step
of
marrying
you
,
in
short
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
to
be
plain
—
did
no
one
put
in
a
word
for
the
boy
at
that
time
?
’
‘
My
late
wife
loved
her
second
husband
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Murdstone
,
‘
and
trusted
implicitly
in
him
.
’
‘
Your
late
wife
,
sir
,
was
a
most
unworldly
,
most
unhappy
,
most
unfortunate
baby
,
’
returned
my
aunt
,
shaking
her
head
at
him
.
‘
That
’
s
what
she
was
.
And
now
,
what
have
you
got
to
say
next
?
’
