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‘
Oh
,
pray
,
pray
,
Edward
,
’
cried
my
mother
,
‘
don
’
t
accuse
me
of
being
ungrateful
.
I
am
sure
I
am
not
ungrateful
.
No
one
ever
said
I
was
before
.
I
have
many
faults
,
but
not
that
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
,
my
dear
!
’
‘
When
Jane
Murdstone
meets
,
I
say
,
’
he
went
on
,
after
waiting
until
my
mother
was
silent
,
‘
with
a
base
return
,
that
feeling
of
mine
is
chilled
and
altered
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
,
my
love
,
say
that
!
’
implored
my
mother
very
piteously
.
‘
Oh
,
don
’
t
,
Edward
!
I
can
’
t
bear
to
hear
it
.
Whatever
I
am
,
I
am
affectionate
.
I
know
I
am
affectionate
.
I
wouldn
’
t
say
it
,
if
I
wasn
’
t
sure
that
I
am
.
Ask
Peggotty
.
I
am
sure
she
’
ll
tell
you
I
’
m
affectionate
.
’
‘
There
is
no
extent
of
mere
weakness
,
Clara
,
’
said
Mr
.
Murdstone
in
reply
,
‘
that
can
have
the
least
weight
with
me
.
You
lose
breath
.
’
‘
Pray
let
us
be
friends
,
’
said
my
mother
,
‘
I
couldn
’
t
live
under
coldness
or
unkindness
.
I
am
so
sorry
.
I
have
a
great
many
defects
,
I
know
,
and
it
’
s
very
good
of
you
,
Edward
,
with
your
strength
of
mind
,
to
endeavour
to
correct
them
for
me
.
Jane
,
I
don
’
t
object
to
anything
.
I
should
be
quite
broken
-
hearted
if
you
thought
of
leaving
—
—
’
My
mother
was
too
much
overcome
to
go
on
.
‘
Jane
Murdstone
,
’
said
Mr
.
Murdstone
to
his
sister
,
‘
any
harsh
words
between
us
are
,
I
hope
,
uncommon
.
It
is
not
my
fault
that
so
unusual
an
occurrence
has
taken
place
tonight
.
I
was
betrayed
into
it
by
another
.
Nor
is
it
your
fault
.
You
were
betrayed
into
it
by
another
.
Let
us
both
try
to
forget
it
.
And
as
this
,
’
he
added
,
after
these
magnanimous
words
,
‘
is
not
a
fit
scene
for
the
boy
—
David
,
go
to
bed
!
’
I
could
hardly
find
the
door
,
through
the
tears
that
stood
in
my
eyes
.
I
was
so
sorry
for
my
mother
’
s
distress
;
but
I
groped
my
way
out
,
and
groped
my
way
up
to
my
room
in
the
dark
,
without
even
having
the
heart
to
say
good
night
to
Peggotty
,
or
to
get
a
candle
from
her
.
When
her
coming
up
to
look
for
me
,
an
hour
or
so
afterwards
,
awoke
me
,
she
said
that
my
mother
had
gone
to
bed
poorly
,
and
that
Mr
.
and
Miss
Murdstone
were
sitting
alone
.
Going
down
next
morning
rather
earlier
than
usual
,
I
paused
outside
the
parlour
door
,
on
hearing
my
mother
’
s
voice
.
She
was
very
earnestly
and
humbly
entreating
Miss
Murdstone
’
s
pardon
,
which
that
lady
granted
,
and
a
perfect
reconciliation
took
place
.
I
never
knew
my
mother
afterwards
to
give
an
opinion
on
any
matter
,
without
first
appealing
to
Miss
Murdstone
,
or
without
having
first
ascertained
by
some
sure
means
,
what
Miss
Murdstone
’
s
opinion
was
;
and
I
never
saw
Miss
Murdstone
,
when
out
of
temper
(
she
was
infirm
that
way
)
,
move
her
hand
towards
her
bag
as
if
she
were
going
to
take
out
the
keys
and
offer
to
resign
them
to
my
mother
,
without
seeing
that
my
mother
was
in
a
terrible
fright
.
