'Certainly not!' With which she pushed me into a corner near her, and fenced Me in with a chair, as if it were a prison or a bar of justice.

This position I continued to occupy during the whole interview, and from it I now saw Mr.and Miss Murdstone enter the room.
'Oh!' said my aunt, 'I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting.

But I don't allow anybody to ride over that turf.

I make no exceptions.

I don't allow anybody to do it.' 'Your regulation is rather awkward to strangers,' said Miss Murdstone.
'Is it!' said my aunt.
Mr.Murdstone seemed afraid of a renewal of hostilities, and interposing began: 'Miss Trotwood!' 'I beg your pardon,' observed my aunt with a keen look.