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My Aunt Makes up Her Mind About Me

           

           ‘Andwhenyouhadmadesureofthepoorlittlefool,’saidmyaunt-‘GodforgivemethatIshouldcallherso,andshegonewhereYOUwon’tgoinahurrybecauseyouhadnotdonewrongenoughtoherandhers,youmustbegintotrainher,mustyou?begintobreakher,likeapoorcagedbird,andwearherdeludedlifeaway,inteachinghertosingYOURnotes?’

           ‘Thisiseitherinsanityorintoxication,’saidMissMurdstone,inaperfectagonyatnotbeingabletoturnthecurrentofmyaunt’saddresstowardsherself;‘andmysuspicionisthatit’sintoxication.’

           MissBetsey,withouttakingtheleastnoticeoftheinterruption,continuedtoaddressherselftoMr.Murdstoneasiftherehadbeennosuchthing.

           ‘Mr.Murdstone,’shesaid,shakingherfingerathim,‘youwereatyranttothesimplebaby,andyoubrokeherheart.ShewasalovingbabyIknowthat;Iknewit,yearsbeforeyoueversawher-andthroughthebestpartofherweaknessyougaveherthewoundsshediedof.Thereisthetruthforyourcomfort,howeveryoulikeit.Andyouandyourinstrumentsmaymakethemostofit.

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