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allowed him to go on a little before, on account of the narrowness
of the way, I observed that he carried his head with a lofty air that
was particularly unpromising; and my mind misgave me that he
had found out about my darling Dora.
If I had not guessed this, on the way to the coffee-house, I could
hardly have failed to know what was the matter when I followed
him into an upstairs room, and found Miss Murdstone there,
supported by a background of sideboard, on which were several
inverted tumblers sustaining lemons, and two of those
extraordinary boxes, all corners and flutings, for sticking knives
and forks in, which, happily for mankind, are now obsolete.
Miss Murdstone gave me her chilly finger-nails, and sat
severely rigid. Mr. Spenlow shut the door, motioned me to a chair,
and stood on the hearth-rug in front of the fireplace.
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‘Have the goodness to show Mr. Copperfield,’ said Mr. Spenlow,
what you have in your reticule, Miss Murdstone.’
I believe it was the old identical steel-clasped reticule of my
childhood, that shut up like a bite. Compressing her lips, in
sympathy with the snap, Miss Murdstone opened it—opening her
mouth a little at the same time—and produced my last letter to
Dora, teeming with s of devoted affection.
‘I believe that is your writing, Mr. Copperfield?’ said Mr.
Spenlow.
I was very hot, and the voice I heard was very unlike mine,
when I said, ‘It is, sir!’
‘If I am not mistaken,’ said Mr. Spenlow, as Miss Murdstone
brought a parcel of letters out of her reticule, tied round with the
dearest bit of blue ribbon, ‘those are also from your pen, Mr.
Copperfield?’
I took them from her with a most desolate sensation; and,
glancing at such phrases at the top, as ‘My ever dearest and own
Dora,’ ‘My best beloved angel,’ ‘My blessed one for ever,’ and the
like, blushed deeply, and inclined my head.
‘No, thank you!’ said Mr. Spenlow, coldly, as I mechanically
offered them back to him. ‘I will not deprive you of them. Miss
Murdstone, be so good as to proceed!’
That gentle creature, after a moment’s thoughtful survey of the
carpet, delivered herself with much dry unction as follows.
‘I must confess to having entertained my suspicions of Miss
Spenlow, in reference to David Copperfield, for some time. I
observed Miss Spenlow and David Copperfield, when they first
met; and the impression made upon me then was not agreeable.
The depravity of the human heart is such—’
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‘You will oblige me, ma’am,’ interrupted Mr. Spenlow, ‘by
confining yourself to facts.’
Miss Murdstone cast down her eyes, shook her head as if
protesting against this unseemly interruption, and with frowning
dignity resumed:
‘Since I am to confine myself to facts, I will state them as dryly
as I can. Perhaps that will be considered an acceptable course of
proceeding. I have already said, sir, that I have had my suspicions
of Miss Spenlow, in reference to David Copperfield, for some time.
I have frequently endeavoured to find decisive corroboration of
those suspicions, but without effect. I have therefore forborne to
mention them to Miss Spenlow’s father’; looking severely at him—
‘knowing how little disposition there usually is in such cases, to
acknowledge the conscientious discharge of duty.’
Mr. Spenlow seemed quite cowed by the gentlemanly sternness
of Miss Murdstone’s manner, and deprecated her severity with a
conciliatory little wave of his hand.
‘On my return to Norwood, after the period of absence
occasioned by my brother’s marriage,’ pursued Miss Murdstone in
a disdainful voice, ‘and on the return of Miss Spenlow from her
visit to her friend Miss Mills, I imagined that the manner of Miss
Spenlow gave me greater occasion for suspicion than before.
Therefore I watched Miss Spenlow closely.’
Dear, tender little Dora, so unconscious of this Dragon’s eye!
‘Still