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‘
Affection
,
’
said
Miss
Lavinia
,
glancing
at
her
sister
for
corroboration
,
which
she
gave
in
the
form
of
a
little
nod
to
every
clause
,
‘
mature
affection
,
homage
,
devotion
,
does
not
easily
express
itself
.
Its
voice
is
low
.
It
is
modest
and
retiring
,
it
lies
in
ambush
,
waits
and
waits
.
Such
is
the
mature
fruit
.
Sometimes
a
life
glides
away
,
and
finds
it
still
ripening
in
the
shade
.
’
Of
course
I
did
not
understand
then
that
this
was
an
allusion
to
her
supposed
experience
of
the
stricken
Pidger
;
but
I
saw
,
from
the
gravity
with
which
Miss
Clarissa
nodded
her
head
,
that
great
weight
was
attached
to
these
words
.
‘
The
light
—
for
I
call
them
,
in
comparison
with
such
sentiments
,
the
light
—
inclinations
of
very
young
people
,
’
pursued
Miss
Lavinia
,
‘
are
dust
,
compared
to
rocks
.
It
is
owing
to
the
difficulty
of
knowing
whether
they
are
likely
to
endure
or
have
any
real
foundation
,
that
my
sister
Clarissa
and
myself
have
been
very
undecided
how
to
act
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
and
Mr
.
—
—
’
‘
Traddles
,
’
said
my
friend
,
finding
himself
looked
at
.
‘
I
beg
pardon
.
Of
the
Inner
Temple
,
I
believe
?
’
said
Miss
Clarissa
,
again
glancing
at
my
letter
.
Traddles
said
‘
Exactly
so
,
’
and
became
pretty
red
in
the
face
.
Now
,
although
I
had
not
received
any
express
encouragement
as
yet
,
I
fancied
that
I
saw
in
the
two
little
sisters
,
and
particularly
in
Miss
Lavinia
,
an
intensified
enjoyment
of
this
new
and
fruitful
subject
of
domestic
interest
,
a
settling
down
to
make
the
most
of
it
,
a
disposition
to
pet
it
,
in
which
there
was
a
good
bright
ray
of
hope
.
I
thought
I
perceived
that
Miss
Lavinia
would
have
uncommon
satisfaction
in
superintending
two
young
lovers
,
like
Dora
and
me
;
and
that
Miss
Clarissa
would
have
hardly
less
satisfaction
in
seeing
her
superintend
us
,
and
in
chiming
in
with
her
own
particular
department
of
the
subject
whenever
that
impulse
was
strong
upon
her
.
This
gave
me
courage
to
protest
most
vehemently
that
I
loved
Dora
better
than
I
could
tell
,
or
anyone
believe
;
that
all
my
friends
knew
how
I
loved
her
;
that
my
aunt
,
Agnes
,
Traddles
,
everyone
who
knew
me
,
knew
how
I
loved
her
,
and
how
earnest
my
love
had
made
me
.
For
the
truth
of
this
,
I
appealed
to
Traddles
.
And
Traddles
,
firing
up
as
if
he
were
plunging
into
a
Parliamentary
Debate
,
really
did
come
out
nobly
:
confirming
me
in
good
round
terms
,
and
in
a
plain
sensible
practical
manner
,
that
evidently
made
a
favourable
impression
.
‘
I
speak
,
if
I
may
presume
to
say
so
,
as
one
who
has
some
little
experience
of
such
things
,
’
said
Traddles
,
‘
being
myself
engaged
to
a
young
lady
—
one
of
ten
,
down
in
Devonshire
—
and
seeing
no
probability
,
at
present
,
of
our
engagement
coming
to
a
termination
.
’
