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I
had
had
an
intention
of
saying
(
and
had
been
studying
the
best
form
of
words
for
three
miles
)
that
I
thought
them
beautiful
before
I
saw
them
so
near
HER
.
But
I
couldn
’
t
manage
it
.
She
was
too
bewildering
.
To
see
her
lay
the
flowers
against
her
little
dimpled
chin
,
was
to
lose
all
presence
of
mind
and
power
of
language
in
a
feeble
ecstasy
.
I
wonder
I
didn
’
t
say
,
‘
Kill
me
,
if
you
have
a
heart
,
Miss
Mills
.
Let
me
die
here
!
’
Then
Dora
held
my
flowers
to
Jip
to
smell
.
Then
Jip
growled
,
and
wouldn
’
t
smell
them
.
Then
Dora
laughed
,
and
held
them
a
little
closer
to
Jip
,
to
make
him
.
Then
Jip
laid
hold
of
a
bit
of
geranium
with
his
teeth
,
and
worried
imaginary
cats
in
it
.
Then
Dora
beat
him
,
and
pouted
,
and
said
,
‘
My
poor
beautiful
flowers
!
’
as
compassionately
,
I
thought
,
as
if
Jip
had
laid
hold
of
me
.
I
wished
he
had
!
‘
You
’
ll
be
so
glad
to
hear
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
said
Dora
,
‘
that
that
cross
Miss
Murdstone
is
not
here
.
She
has
gone
to
her
brother
’
s
marriage
,
and
will
be
away
at
least
three
weeks
.
Isn
’
t
that
delightful
?
’
I
said
I
was
sure
it
must
be
delightful
to
her
,
and
all
that
was
delightful
to
her
was
delightful
to
me
.
Miss
Mills
,
with
an
air
of
superior
wisdom
and
benevolence
,
smiled
upon
us
.
‘
She
is
the
most
disagreeable
thing
I
ever
saw
,
’
said
Dora
.
‘
You
can
’
t
believe
how
ill
-
tempered
and
shocking
she
is
,
Julia
.
’
‘
Yes
,
I
can
,
my
dear
!
’
said
Julia
.
‘
YOU
can
,
perhaps
,
love
,
’
returned
Dora
,
with
her
hand
on
julia
’
s
.
‘
Forgive
my
not
excepting
you
,
my
dear
,
at
first
.
’
I
learnt
,
from
this
,
that
Miss
Mills
had
had
her
trials
in
the
course
of
a
chequered
existence
;
and
that
to
these
,
perhaps
,
I
might
refer
that
wise
benignity
of
manner
which
I
had
already
noticed
.
i
found
,
in
the
course
of
the
day
,
that
this
was
the
case
:
Miss
Mills
having
been
unhappy
in
a
misplaced
affection
,
and
being
understood
to
have
retired
from
the
world
on
her
awful
stock
of
experience
,
but
still
to
take
a
calm
interest
in
the
unblighted
hopes
and
loves
of
youth
.
But
now
Mr
.
Spenlow
came
out
of
the
house
,
and
Dora
went
to
him
,
saying
,
‘
Look
,
papa
,
what
beautiful
flowers
!
’
And
Miss
Mills
smiled
thoughtfully
,
as
who
should
say
,
‘
Ye
Mayflies
,
enjoy
your
brief
existence
in
the
bright
morning
of
life
!
’
And
we
all
walked
from
the
lawn
towards
the
carriage
,
which
was
getting
ready
.
