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‘
To
be
sure
;
of
course
,
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
Certainly
,
my
dear
Jane
,
’
faltered
my
mother
,
meekly
.
‘
But
—
but
do
you
think
it
did
Edward
good
?
’
‘
Do
you
think
it
did
Edward
harm
,
Clara
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Murdstone
,
gravely
.
‘
That
’
s
the
point
,
’
said
his
sister
.
To
this
my
mother
returned
,
‘
Certainly
,
my
dear
Jane
,
’
and
said
no
more
.
I
felt
apprehensive
that
I
was
personally
interested
in
this
dialogue
,
and
sought
Mr
.
Murdstone
’
s
eye
as
it
lighted
on
mine
.
‘
Now
,
David
,
’
he
said
—
and
I
saw
that
cast
again
as
he
said
it
—
‘
you
must
be
far
more
careful
today
than
usual
.
’
He
gave
the
cane
another
poise
,
and
another
switch
;
and
having
finished
his
preparation
of
it
,
laid
it
down
beside
him
,
with
an
impressive
look
,
and
took
up
his
book
.
This
was
a
good
freshener
to
my
presence
of
mind
,
as
a
beginning
.
I
felt
the
words
of
my
lessons
slipping
off
,
not
one
by
one
,
or
line
by
line
,
but
by
the
entire
page
;
I
tried
to
lay
hold
of
them
;
but
they
seemed
,
if
I
may
so
express
it
,
to
have
put
skates
on
,
and
to
skim
away
from
me
with
a
smoothness
there
was
no
checking
.
We
began
badly
,
and
went
on
worse
.
I
had
come
in
with
an
idea
of
distinguishing
myself
rather
,
conceiving
that
I
was
very
well
prepared
;
but
it
turned
out
to
be
quite
a
mistake
.
Book
after
book
was
added
to
the
heap
of
failures
,
Miss
Murdstone
being
firmly
watchful
of
us
all
the
time
.
And
when
we
came
at
last
to
the
five
thousand
cheeses
(
canes
he
made
it
that
day
,
I
remember
)
,
my
mother
burst
out
crying
.
