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‘
Perfectly
!
’
‘
She
clenched
both
her
hands
,
’
said
Traddles
,
looking
at
me
in
dismay
;
‘
shut
her
eyes
;
turned
lead
-
colour
;
became
perfectly
stiff
;
and
took
nothing
for
two
days
but
toast
-
and
-
water
,
administered
with
a
tea
-
spoon
.
’
‘
What
a
very
unpleasant
girl
,
Traddles
!
’
I
remarked
.
‘
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Copperfield
!
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
She
is
a
very
charming
girl
,
but
she
has
a
great
deal
of
feeling
.
In
fact
,
they
all
have
.
Sophy
told
me
afterwards
,
that
the
self
-
reproach
she
underwent
while
she
was
in
attendance
upon
Sarah
,
no
words
could
describe
.
I
know
it
must
have
been
severe
,
by
my
own
feelings
,
Copperfield
;
which
were
like
a
criminal
’
s
.
After
Sarah
was
restored
,
we
still
had
to
break
it
to
the
other
eight
;
and
it
produced
various
effects
upon
them
of
a
most
pathetic
nature
.
The
two
little
ones
,
whom
Sophy
educates
,
have
only
just
left
off
de
-
testing
me
.
’
‘
At
any
rate
,
they
are
all
reconciled
to
it
now
,
I
hope
?
’
said
I
.
‘
Ye
-
yes
,
I
should
say
they
were
,
on
the
whole
,
resigned
to
it
,
’
said
Traddles
,
doubtfully
.
‘
The
fact
is
,
we
avoid
mentioning
the
subject
;
and
my
unsettled
prospects
and
indifferent
circumstances
are
a
great
consolation
to
them
.
There
will
be
a
deplorable
scene
,
whenever
we
are
married
.
It
will
be
much
more
like
a
funeral
,
than
a
wedding
.
And
they
’
ll
all
hate
me
for
taking
her
away
!
’
His
honest
face
,
as
he
looked
at
me
with
a
serio
-
comic
shake
of
his
head
,
impresses
me
more
in
the
remembrance
than
it
did
in
the
reality
,
for
I
was
by
this
time
in
a
state
of
such
excessive
trepidation
and
wandering
of
mind
,
as
to
be
quite
unable
to
fix
my
attention
on
anything
.
On
our
approaching
the
house
where
the
Misses
Spenlow
lived
,
I
was
at
such
a
discount
in
respect
of
my
personal
looks
and
presence
of
mind
,
that
Traddles
proposed
a
gentle
stimulant
in
the
form
of
a
glass
of
ale
.
This
having
been
administered
at
a
neighbouring
public
-
house
,
he
conducted
me
,
with
tottering
steps
,
to
the
Misses
Spenlow
’
s
door
.
I
had
a
vague
sensation
of
being
,
as
it
were
,
on
view
,
when
the
maid
opened
it
;
and
of
wavering
,
somehow
,
across
a
hall
with
a
weather
-
glass
in
it
,
into
a
quiet
little
drawing
-
room
on
the
ground
-
floor
,
commanding
a
neat
garden
.
Also
of
sitting
down
here
,
on
a
sofa
,
and
seeing
Traddles
’
s
hair
start
up
,
now
his
hat
was
removed
,
like
one
of
those
obtrusive
little
figures
made
of
springs
,
that
fly
out
of
fictitious
snuff
-
boxes
when
the
lid
is
taken
off
.
Also
of
hearing
an
old
-
fashioned
clock
ticking
away
on
the
chimney
-
piece
,
and
trying
to
make
it
keep
time
to
the
jerking
of
my
heart
,
—
which
it
wouldn
’
t
.
Also
of
looking
round
the
room
for
any
sign
of
Dora
,
and
seeing
none
.
Also
of
thinking
that
Jip
once
barked
in
the
distance
,
and
was
instantly
choked
by
somebody
.
Ultimately
I
found
myself
backing
Traddles
into
the
fireplace
,
and
bowing
in
great
confusion
to
two
dry
little
elderly
ladies
,
dressed
in
black
,
and
each
looking
wonderfully
like
a
preparation
in
chip
or
tan
of
the
late
Mr
.
Spenlow
.
‘
Pray
,
’
said
one
of
the
two
little
ladies
,
‘
be
seated
.
’
