Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens
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already made a final choice, you would forgive my troubling you with an
application.' 'Yes,' drawled Mrs Wititterly again. 'If you have already made a selection--' 'Oh dear no,' interrupted the lady, 'I am not so easily suited. I really don't know what to say. You have never been a companion before, have you?' Mrs Nickleby, who had been eagerly watching her opportunity, came dexterously in, before Kate could reply. 'Not to any stranger, ma'am,' said the good lady; 'but she has been a companion to me for some years. I am her mother, ma'am.' 'Oh!' said Mrs Wititterly, 'I apprehend you.' 'I assure you, ma'am,' said Mrs Nickleby, 'that I very little thought, at one time, that it would be necessary for my daughter to go out into the world at all, for her poor dear papa was an independent gentleman, and would have been at this moment if he had but listened in time to my constant entreaties and--' 'Dear mama,' said Kate, in a low voice. 'My dear Kate, if you will allow me to speak,' said Mrs Nickleby, 'I shall take the liberty of explaining to this lady--' 'I think it is almost unnecessary, mama.' |
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