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‘David Copperfield, I shall not attempt to disguise the fact, that
I forme**nfavourable opinion of you in your childhood. It may
have been a mistaken one, or you may have ceased to justify it.
That is not in question between us now. I belong to a family
remarkable, I believe, for some firmness; and I am not the
creature of circumstance or change. I may have my opinion of you.
You may have your opinion of me.’
I inclined my head, in my turn.
‘But it is not necessary,’ said Miss Murdstone, ‘that these
opinions should come into collision here. Under existing
circumstances, it is as well on all accounts that they should not. As
the chances of life have brought us together again, and may bring
us together on other occasions, I would say, let us meet here as
distant acquaintances. Family circumstances are a sufficient
reason for our only meeting on that footing, and it is quite
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unnecessary that either of us should make the other the subject of
remark. Do you approve of this?’
‘Miss Murdstone,’ I returned, ‘I think you and Mr. Murdstone
used me very cruelly, and treated my mother with great
unkindness. I shall always think so, as long as I live. But I quite
agree in what you propose.’
Miss Murdstone shut her eyes again, and bent her head. Then,
just touching the back of my hand with the tips of her cold, stiff
fingers, she walked away, arranging the little fetters on her wrists
and round her neck; which seemed to be the same set, in exactly
the same state, as when I had seen her last. These reminded me, in
reference to Miss Murdstone’s nature, of the fetters over a jail
door; suggesting on the outside, to all beholders, what was to be
expected within.
All I know of the rest of the evening is, that I heard the empress
of my heart sing enchanted ballads in the French language,
generally to the effect that, whatever was the matter, we ought
always to dance, Ta ra la, Ta ra la! accompanying herself on a
glorified instrument, resembling a guitar. That I was lost in
blissful delirium. That I refused refreshment. That my soul
recoiled from punch particularly. That when Miss Murdstone took
her into custody and led her away, she smiled and gave me her
delicious hand. That I caught a view of myself in a mirror, looking
perfectly imbecile and idiotic. That I retired to bed in a most
maudlin state of mind, and got up in a crisis of feeble infatuation.
It was a fine morning, and early, and I thought I would go and
take a stroll down one of those wire-arched walks, and indulge my
passion by dwelling on her image. On my way through the hall, I
encountered her little dog, who was called Jip—short for Gipsy. I
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approached him tenderly, for I loved even him; but he showed his
whole set of teeth, got under a chair expressly to snarl, and
wouldn’t hear of the least familiarity.
The garden was cool and solitary. I walked about, wondering
what my feelings of happiness would be, if I could ever become
engaged to this dear wonder. As to marriage, and fortune, and all
that, I believe I was almost as innocently undesigning then, as
when I loved little Em’ly. To be allowed to call her ‘Dora’, to write
to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think that
when she was with other people she was yet mindful of me,
seemed to me the summit of human ambition—I am sure it was
the summit of mine. There is no doubt whatever that I was a
lackadaisical young spooney; but there was a purity of heart in all
this, that prevents my having quite a contemptuous recollection of
it, let me laugh as I may.
I had not been walking long, when I turned a corner, and met
her. I tingle again from head to foot as my recollection turns that
corner, and my pen shakes in my hand.
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