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‘
What
can
I
do
?
’
returned
the
little
woman
,
standing
up
,
and
holding
out
her
arms
to
show
herself
.
‘
See
!
What
I
am
,
my
father
was
;
and
my
sister
is
;
and
my
brother
is
.
I
have
worked
for
sister
and
brother
these
many
years
—
hard
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
—
all
day
.
I
must
live
.
I
do
no
harm
.
If
there
are
people
so
unreflecting
or
so
cruel
,
as
to
make
a
jest
of
me
,
what
is
left
for
me
to
do
but
to
make
a
jest
of
myself
,
them
,
and
everything
?
If
I
do
so
,
for
the
time
,
whose
fault
is
that
?
Mine
?
’
No
.
Not
Miss
Mowcher
’
s
,
I
perceived
.
‘
If
I
had
shown
myself
a
sensitive
dwarf
to
your
false
friend
,
’
pursued
the
little
woman
,
shaking
her
head
at
me
,
with
reproachful
earnestness
,
‘
how
much
of
his
help
or
good
will
do
you
think
I
should
ever
have
had
?
If
little
Mowcher
(
who
had
no
hand
,
young
gentleman
,
in
the
making
of
herself
)
addressed
herself
to
him
,
or
the
like
of
him
,
because
of
her
misfortunes
,
when
do
you
suppose
her
small
voice
would
have
been
heard
?
Little
Mowcher
would
have
as
much
need
to
live
,
if
she
was
the
bitterest
and
dullest
of
pigmies
;
but
she
couldn
’
t
do
it
.
No
.
She
might
whistle
for
her
bread
and
butter
till
she
died
of
Air
.
’
Miss
Mowcher
sat
down
on
the
fender
again
,
and
took
out
her
handkerchief
,
and
wiped
her
eyes
.
‘
Be
thankful
for
me
,
if
you
have
a
kind
heart
,
as
I
think
you
have
,
’
she
said
,
‘
that
while
I
know
well
what
I
am
,
I
can
be
cheerful
and
endure
it
all
.
I
am
thankful
for
myself
,
at
any
rate
,
that
I
can
find
my
tiny
way
through
the
world
,
without
being
beholden
to
anyone
;
and
that
in
return
for
all
that
is
thrown
at
me
,
in
folly
or
vanity
,
as
I
go
along
,
I
can
throw
bubbles
back
.
If
I
don
’
t
brood
over
all
I
want
,
it
is
the
better
for
me
,
and
not
the
worse
for
anyone
.
If
I
am
a
plaything
for
you
giants
,
be
gentle
with
me
.
’
Miss
Mowcher
replaced
her
handkerchief
in
her
pocket
,
looking
at
me
with
very
intent
expression
all
the
while
,
and
pursued
:
‘
I
saw
you
in
the
street
just
now
.
You
may
suppose
I
am
not
able
to
walk
as
fast
as
you
,
with
my
short
legs
and
short
breath
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
overtake
you
;
but
I
guessed
where
you
came
,
and
came
after
you
.
I
have
been
here
before
,
today
,
but
the
good
woman
wasn
’
t
at
home
.
’
‘
Do
you
know
her
?
’
I
demanded
.
‘
I
know
of
her
,
and
about
her
,
’
she
replied
,
‘
from
Omer
and
Joram
.
I
was
there
at
seven
o
’
clock
this
morning
.
Do
you
remember
what
Steerforth
said
to
me
about
this
unfortunate
girl
,
that
time
when
I
saw
you
both
at
the
inn
?
’
