Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens
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advice: without questioning, or indeed bestowing a moment's reflection
upon, the motives that dictated it. 'I take quite a lively interest in you, my dear soul, upon my word,' said Miss Knag; 'a sister's interest, actually. It's the most singular circumstance I ever knew.' Undoubtedly it was singular, that if Miss Knag did feel a strong interest in Kate Nickleby, it should not rather have been the interest of a maiden aunt or grandmother; that being the conclusion to which the difference in their respective ages would have naturally tended. But Miss Knag wore clothes of a very youthful pattern, and perhaps her feelings took the same shape. 'Bless you!' said Miss Knag, bestowing a kiss upon Kate at the conclusion of the second day's work, 'how very awkward you have been all day.' 'I fear your kind and open communication, which has rendered me more painfully conscious of my own defects, has not improved me,' sighed Kate. 'No, no, I dare say not,' rejoined Miss Knag, in a most uncommon flow of good humour. 'But how much better that you should know it at first, and so be able to go on, straight and comfortable! Which way are you walking, my love?' 'Towards the city,' replied Kate. 'The city!' cried Miss Knag, regarding herself with great favour in the |
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