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Beginning
it
with
that
statement
of
universal
application
,
which
fitted
every
occurrence
of
her
life
,
namely
,
that
she
was
a
mother
herself
,
she
went
on
to
inform
me
that
she
had
once
seen
very
different
days
,
but
that
at
all
periods
of
her
existence
she
had
had
a
constitutional
objection
to
spies
,
intruders
,
and
informers
.
She
named
no
names
,
she
said
;
let
them
the
cap
fitted
,
wear
it
;
but
spies
,
intruders
,
and
informers
,
especially
in
widders
’
weeds
(
this
clause
was
underlined
)
,
she
had
ever
accustomed
herself
to
look
down
upon
.
If
a
gentleman
was
the
victim
of
spies
,
intruders
,
and
informers
(
but
still
naming
no
names
)
,
that
was
his
own
pleasure
.
He
had
a
right
to
please
himself
;
so
let
him
do
.
All
that
she
,
Mrs
.
Crupp
,
stipulated
for
,
was
,
that
she
should
not
be
‘
brought
in
contract
’
with
such
persons
.
Therefore
she
begged
to
be
excused
from
any
further
attendance
on
the
top
set
,
until
things
were
as
they
formerly
was
,
and
as
they
could
be
wished
to
be
;
and
further
mentioned
that
her
little
book
would
be
found
upon
the
breakfast
-
table
every
Saturday
morning
,
when
she
requested
an
immediate
settlement
of
the
same
,
with
the
benevolent
view
of
saving
trouble
‘
and
an
ill
-
conwenience
’
to
all
parties
.
After
this
,
Mrs
.
Crupp
confined
herself
to
making
pitfalls
on
the
stairs
,
principally
with
pitchers
,
and
endeavouring
to
delude
Peggotty
into
breaking
her
legs
.
I
found
it
rather
harassing
to
live
in
this
state
of
siege
,
but
was
too
much
afraid
of
Mrs
.
Crupp
to
see
any
way
out
of
it
.
‘
My
dear
Copperfield
,
’
cried
Traddles
,
punctually
appearing
at
my
door
,
in
spite
of
all
these
obstacles
,
‘
how
do
you
do
?
’
‘
My
dear
Traddles
,
’
said
I
,
‘
I
am
delighted
to
see
you
at
last
,
and
very
sorry
I
have
not
been
at
home
before
.
But
I
have
been
so
much
engaged
—
—
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
I
know
,
’
said
Traddles
,
‘
of
course
.
Yours
lives
in
London
,
I
think
.
’
‘
What
did
you
say
?
’
‘
She
—
excuse
me
—
Miss
D
.
,
you
know
,
’
said
Traddles
,
colouring
in
his
great
delicacy
,
‘
lives
in
London
,
I
believe
?
’
‘
Oh
yes
.
Near
London
.
’
‘
Mine
,
perhaps
you
recollect
,
’
said
Traddles
,
with
a
serious
look
,
‘
lives
down
in
Devonshire
—
one
of
ten
.
Consequently
,
I
am
not
so
much
engaged
as
you
—
in
that
sense
.
’
‘
I
wonder
you
can
bear
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
to
see
her
so
seldom
.
’
