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'Is it!' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Murdstone seemed afraid of a renewal of hostilities, and interposing began: ¡¡¡¡'Miss Trotwood!' ¡¡¡¡'I beg your pardon,' observed my aunt with a keen look. 'You are the Mr. Murdstone who married the widow of my late nephew, David Copperfield, of Blunderstone Rookery! - Though why Rookery, I don't know!' ¡¡¡¡'I am,'
oil paintingsaid Mr. Murdstone. ¡¡¡¡'You'll excuse my saying, sir,' returned my aunt, 'that I think it would have been a much better and happier thing if you had left that poor child alone.' ¡¡¡¡'I so far agree with what Miss Trotwood has remarked,' observed Miss Murdstone, bridling, 'that I consider our lamented Clara to have been, in all essential respects, a mere child.' 'It is a comfort to you and me, ma'am,' said my aunt, 'who are getting on in life, and are not likely to be made unhappy by our personal attractions, that nobody can say the same of us.'
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