There's evidence,' said my mother, sobbing; 'ask Peggotty if I didn't do very well when I wasn't interfered with!' 'Edward,' said Miss Murdstone, 'let there be an end of this.

I go tomorrow.' 'Jane Murdstone,' said her brother, 'be silent! How dare you to insinuate that you don't know my character better than your words imply ?' 'I am sure,' my poor mother went on, at a grievous disadvantage, and with many tears, 'I don't want anybody to go.

I should be very miserable and unhappy if anybody was to go.

I don't ask much.

I am not unreasonable.