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The
great
bonnet
on
Miss
Mowcher
’
s
head
,
and
the
greater
bonnet
on
the
wall
,
began
to
go
backwards
and
forwards
again
when
she
asked
this
question
.
I
remembered
very
well
what
she
referred
to
,
having
had
it
in
my
thoughts
many
times
that
day
.
I
told
her
so
.
‘
May
the
Father
of
all
Evil
confound
him
,
’
said
the
little
woman
,
holding
up
her
forefinger
between
me
and
her
sparkling
eyes
,
‘
and
ten
times
more
confound
that
wicked
servant
;
but
I
believed
it
was
YOU
who
had
a
boyish
passion
for
her
!
’
‘
I
?
’
I
repeated
.
‘
Child
,
child
!
In
the
name
of
blind
ill
-
fortune
,
’
cried
Miss
Mowcher
,
wringing
her
hands
impatiently
,
as
she
went
to
and
fro
again
upon
the
fender
,
‘
why
did
you
praise
her
so
,
and
blush
,
and
look
disturbed
?
’
I
could
not
conceal
from
myself
that
I
had
done
this
,
though
for
a
reason
very
different
from
her
supposition
.
‘
What
did
I
know
?
’
said
Miss
Mowcher
,
taking
out
her
handkerchief
again
,
and
giving
one
little
stamp
on
the
ground
whenever
,
at
short
intervals
,
she
applied
it
to
her
eyes
with
both
hands
at
once
.
‘
He
was
crossing
you
and
wheedling
you
,
I
saw
;
and
you
were
soft
wax
in
his
hands
,
I
saw
.
Had
I
left
the
room
a
minute
,
when
his
man
told
me
that
“
Young
Innocence
”
(
so
he
called
you
,
and
you
may
call
him
“
Old
Guilt
”
all
the
days
of
your
life
)
had
set
his
heart
upon
her
,
and
she
was
giddy
and
liked
him
,
but
his
master
was
resolved
that
no
harm
should
come
of
it
—
more
for
your
sake
than
for
hers
—
and
that
that
was
their
business
here
?
How
could
I
BUT
believe
him
?
I
saw
Steerforth
soothe
and
please
you
by
his
praise
of
her
!
You
were
the
first
to
mention
her
name
.
You
owned
to
an
old
admiration
of
her
.
You
were
hot
and
cold
,
and
red
and
white
,
all
at
once
when
I
spoke
to
you
of
her
.
What
could
I
think
—
what
DID
I
think
—
but
that
you
were
a
young
libertine
in
everything
but
experience
,
and
had
fallen
into
hands
that
had
experience
enough
,
and
could
manage
you
(
having
the
fancy
)
for
your
own
good
?
Oh
!
oh
!
oh
!
They
were
afraid
of
my
finding
out
the
truth
,
’
exclaimed
Miss
Mowcher
,
getting
off
the
fender
,
and
trotting
up
and
down
the
kitchen
with
her
two
short
arms
distressfully
lifted
up
,
‘
because
I
am
a
sharp
little
thing
—
I
need
be
,
to
get
through
the
world
at
all
!
—
and
they
deceived
me
altogether
,
and
I
gave
the
poor
unfortunate
girl
a
letter
,
which
I
fully
believe
was
the
beginning
of
her
ever
speaking
to
Littimer
,
who
was
left
behind
on
purpose
!
’
I
stood
amazed
at
the
revelation
of
all
this
perfidy
,
looking
at
Miss
Mowcher
as
she
walked
up
and
down
the
kitchen
until
she
was
out
of
breath
:
when
she
sat
upon
the
fender
again
,
and
,
drying
her
face
with
her
handkerchief
,
shook
her
head
for
a
long
time
,
without
otherwise
moving
,
and
without
breaking
silence
.
‘
My
country
rounds
,
’
she
added
at
length
,
‘
brought
me
to
Norwich
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
the
night
before
last
.
What
I
happened
to
find
there
,
about
their
secret
way
of
coming
and
going
,
without
you
—
which
was
strange
—
led
to
my
suspecting
something
wrong
.
I
got
into
the
coach
from
London
last
night
,
as
it
came
through
Norwich
,
and
was
here
this
morning
.
