David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
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been silent for a little while, and these motions of her head had
gradually ceased. 'Were you comfortable together?' 'We were very happy,' said my mother. 'Mr. Copperfield was only too good to me.' 'What, he spoilt you, I suppose?' returned Miss Betsey. 'For being quite alone and dependent on myself in this rough world again, yes, I fear he did indeed,' sobbed my mother. 'Well! Don't cry!' said Miss Betsey. 'You were not equally matched, child - if any two people can be equally matched - and so I asked the question. You were an orphan, weren't you?' 'Yes.' 'And a governess?' 'I was nursery-governess in a family where Mr. Copperfield came to visit. Mr. Copperfield was very kind to me, and took a great deal of notice of me, and paid me a good deal of attention, and at last proposed to me. And I accepted him. And so we were married,' said my mother simply. 'Ha! Poor Baby!' mused Miss Betsey, with her frown still bent upon the fire. 'Do you know anything?' 'I beg your pardon, ma'am,' faltered my mother. 'About keeping house, for instance,' said Miss Betsey. |
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