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‘
Aha
?
’
she
cried
exactly
as
before
.
‘
Umph
?
What
a
rattle
I
am
!
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
ain
’
t
I
volatile
?
’
Her
tone
and
look
implied
something
that
was
not
agreeable
to
me
in
connexion
with
the
subject
.
So
I
said
,
in
a
graver
manner
than
any
of
us
had
yet
assumed
:
‘
She
is
as
virtuous
as
she
is
pretty
.
She
is
engaged
to
be
married
to
a
most
worthy
and
deserving
man
in
her
own
station
of
life
.
I
esteem
her
for
her
good
sense
,
as
much
as
I
admire
her
for
her
good
looks
.
’
‘
Well
said
!
’
cried
Steerforth
.
‘
Hear
,
hear
,
hear
!
Now
I
’
ll
quench
the
curiosity
of
this
little
Fatima
,
my
dear
Daisy
,
by
leaving
her
nothing
to
guess
at
.
She
is
at
present
apprenticed
,
Miss
Mowcher
,
or
articled
,
or
whatever
it
may
be
,
to
Omer
and
Joram
,
Haberdashers
,
Milliners
,
and
so
forth
,
in
this
town
.
Do
you
observe
?
Omer
and
Joram
.
The
promise
of
which
my
friend
has
spoken
,
is
made
and
entered
into
with
her
cousin
;
Christian
name
,
Ham
;
surname
,
Peggotty
;
occupation
,
boat
-
builder
;
also
of
this
town
.
She
lives
with
a
relative
;
Christian
name
,
unknown
;
surname
,
Peggotty
;
occupation
,
seafaring
;
also
of
this
town
.
She
is
the
prettiest
and
most
engaging
little
fairy
in
the
world
.
I
admire
her
—
as
my
friend
does
—
exceedingly
.
If
it
were
not
that
I
might
appear
to
disparage
her
Intended
,
which
I
know
my
friend
would
not
like
,
I
would
add
,
that
to
me
she
seems
to
be
throwing
herself
away
;
that
I
am
sure
she
might
do
better
;
and
that
I
swear
she
was
born
to
be
a
lady
.
’
Miss
Mowcher
listened
to
these
words
,
which
were
very
slowly
and
distinctly
spoken
,
with
her
head
on
one
side
,
and
her
eye
in
the
air
as
if
she
were
still
looking
for
that
answer
.
When
he
ceased
she
became
brisk
again
in
an
instant
,
and
rattled
away
with
surprising
volubility
.
‘
Oh
!
And
that
’
s
all
about
it
,
is
it
?
’
she
exclaimed
,
trimming
his
whiskers
with
a
little
restless
pair
of
scissors
,
that
went
glancing
round
his
head
in
all
directions
.
‘
Very
well
:
very
well
!
Quite
a
long
story
.
Ought
to
end
“
and
they
lived
happy
ever
afterwards
”
;
oughtn
’
t
it
?
Ah
!
What
’
s
that
game
at
forfeits
?
I
love
my
love
with
an
E
,
because
she
’
s
enticing
;
I
hate
her
with
an
E
,
because
she
’
s
engaged
.
I
took
her
to
the
sign
of
the
exquisite
,
and
treated
her
with
an
elopement
,
her
name
’
s
Emily
,
and
she
lives
in
the
east
?
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
ain
’
t
I
volatile
?
’
Merely
looking
at
me
with
extravagant
slyness
,
and
not
waiting
for
any
reply
,
she
continued
,
without
drawing
breath
:
‘
There
!
If
ever
any
scapegrace
was
trimmed
and
touched
up
to
perfection
,
you
are
,
Steerforth
.
If
I
understand
any
noddle
in
the
world
,
I
understand
yours
.
Do
you
hear
me
when
I
tell
you
that
,
my
darling
?
I
understand
yours
,
’
peeping
down
into
his
face
.
‘
Now
you
may
mizzle
,
jemmy
(
as
we
say
at
Court
)
,
and
if
Mr
.
Copperfield
will
take
the
chair
I
’
ll
operate
on
him
.
’
‘
What
do
you
say
,
Daisy
?
’
inquired
Steerforth
,
laughing
,
and
resigning
his
seat
.
‘
Will
you
be
improved
?
’
‘
Thank
you
,
Miss
Mowcher
,
not
this
evening
.
’
