David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 14 Page 41

‘Don’t talk to me!’

‘How exquisitely polite!’ exclaimed Miss Murdstone, rising. ‘Overpowering, really!’

‘Do you think I don’t know,’ said my aunt, turning a deaf ear to the sister, and continuing to address the brother, and to shake her head at him with infinite expression, ‘what kind of life you must have led that poor, unhappy, misdirected baby? Do you think I don’t know what a woeful day it was for the soft little creature when you first came in her way — smirking and making great eyes at her, I’ll be bound, as if you couldn’t say boh!

to a goose!’

‘I never heard anything so elegant!’ said Miss Murdstone.