? ? ? ? When she went out of the room with Miss Murdstone (no other ladies were of the party), I fell into a reverie, only disturbed by the cruel apprehension that Miss Murdstone would disparage me to her. The amiable creature with the polished head told me a long story, which I think was about gardening. I think I heard him say, 'my gardener', several times. I seemed to pay the deepest attention to him, but I was wandering in a garden of Eden all the while, with Dora.
? ? ? ? My apprehensions of being disparaged to the object of my engrossing affection were revived when we went into the drawing-room, by the grim and distant aspect of Miss Murdstone. But I was relieved of them in an unexpected manner.
? ? ? ? 'David Copperfield,' said Miss Murdstone, beckoning me aside into a window. 'A word.'
? ? ? ? I confronted Miss Murdstone alone.
? ? ? ? 'David Copperfield,' said Miss Murdstone, 'I need not enlarge upon family circumstances.
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