Dicken's works . ck, and each looking wonderfullylike a preparation in chip or tan of the late Pray, said one of the two little ladies, beseated. When I had clone tumbling over Traddles, and hadsat upon something which was not a cat — my firstseat was — I so far recovered my sight as to perceivethat Mr. Spenlow had evidently been the youngestof the family; that there was a disparity of six oreight years between the two sisters; and that theyounger appeared to be the manager of the confer-ence, inasmuch as she had my letter in her hand —so familiar as it looked to me, and yet so odd
Dicken's works . ck, and each looking wonderfullylike a preparation in chip or tan of the late Pray, said one of the two little ladies, beseated. When I had clone tumbling over Traddles, and hadsat upon something which was not a cat — my firstseat was — I so far recovered my sight as to perceivethat Mr. Spenlow had evidently been the youngestof the family; that there was a disparity of six oreight years between the two sisters; and that theyounger appeared to be the manager of the confer-ence, inasmuch as she had my letter in her hand —so familiar as it looked to me, and yet so odd! —and was referring to it through an eyeglass. Theywere dressed alike, but this sister wore her dresswith a more youthful air than the other; and per-haps had a trifle more frill, or tucker, or brooch, orbracelet, or some little thing of that kind, whichmade her look more lively. They were both uprightin their carriage, formal, precise, composed, andquiet. The sister who had not my letter, had her *&. DAVID COPPERFIELD. 21 anas crossed on her breast, and resting on eachother, like an Idol. Mr. Copperfield, I believe? said the sister who had got my letter, addressing herself to Traddles. This was a frightful beginning. Traddles had toindicate that I was Mr. Copperfield, and I had to layclaim to myself, and they had to divest themse]of a preconceived opinion that Traddles was , and altogether we were in a nice con-dition. To improve it, we all distinctly heard Jipgive two short barks, and receive another choke. Mr. Copperfield! said the sister with theletter. I did something — bowed, I suppose — and was allattention, when the other sister struck in. •• My sister Lavinia, said she, being conversantwith matters of this nature, will state what Ave con-sider most calculated to promote the happiness ofboth parties. I discovered afterwards that Miss Lavinia was anauthority in affairs of the heart, by reason of therehaving anciently existed a certain Mr. P
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