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‘
David
Copperfield
all
over
!
’
cried
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
David
Copperfield
from
head
to
foot
!
Calls
a
house
a
rookery
when
there
’
s
not
a
rook
near
it
,
and
takes
the
birds
on
trust
,
because
he
sees
the
nests
!
’
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
returned
my
mother
,
‘
is
dead
,
and
if
you
dare
to
speak
unkindly
of
him
to
me
—
—
’
My
poor
dear
mother
,
I
suppose
,
had
some
momentary
intention
of
committing
an
assault
and
battery
upon
my
aunt
,
who
could
easily
have
settled
her
with
one
hand
,
even
if
my
mother
had
been
in
far
better
training
for
such
an
encounter
than
she
was
that
evening
.
But
it
passed
with
the
action
of
rising
from
her
chair
;
and
she
sat
down
again
very
meekly
,
and
fainted
.
When
she
came
to
herself
,
or
when
Miss
Betsey
had
restored
her
,
whichever
it
was
,
she
found
the
latter
standing
at
the
window
.
The
twilight
was
by
this
time
shading
down
into
darkness
;
and
dimly
as
they
saw
each
other
,
they
could
not
have
done
that
without
the
aid
of
the
fire
.
‘
Well
?
’
said
Miss
Betsey
,
coming
back
to
her
chair
,
as
if
she
had
only
been
taking
a
casual
look
at
the
prospect
;
‘
and
when
do
you
expect
—
—
’
‘
I
am
all
in
a
tremble
,
’
faltered
my
mother
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
the
matter
.
I
shall
die
,
I
am
sure
!
’
‘
No
,
no
,
no
,
’
said
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
Have
some
tea
.
’
‘
Oh
dear
me
,
dear
me
,
do
you
think
it
will
do
me
any
good
?
’
cried
my
mother
in
a
helpless
manner
.
‘
Of
course
it
will
,
’
said
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
It
’
s
nothing
but
fancy
.
What
do
you
call
your
girl
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
that
it
will
be
a
girl
,
yet
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
my
mother
innocently
.
