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‘Hold your tongue!’ replied Miss Squeers wrathfully.
Some considerable experience prevented the girl from being at
all surprised at any outbreak of ill-temper on the part of Miss
Squeers. Having a half-perception of what had occurred in the
course of the evening, she changed her mode of making herself
agreeable, and proceeded on the indirect tack.
‘Well, I couldn’t help saying, miss, if you was to kill me for it,’
said the attendant, ‘that I never see nobody look so vulgar as Miss
Price this night.’
Miss Squeers sighed, and composed herself to listen.
‘I know it’s very wrong in me to say so, miss,’ continued the girl,
delighted to see the impression she was making, ‘Miss Price being
a friend of your’n, and all; but she do dress herself out so, and go
on in such a manner to get noticed, that--oh--well, if people only
‘What do you mean, Phib?’ asked Miss Squeers, looking in her
own little glass, where, like most of us, she saw--not herself, but
the reflection of some pleasant image in her own brain. ‘How you
‘Talk, miss! It’s enough to make a Tom cat talk French
grammar, only to see how she tosses her head,’ replied the
‘She does toss her head,’ observed Miss Squeers, with an air of
‘So vain, and so very--very plain,’ said the girl.
‘Poor ’Tilda!’ sighed Miss Squeers, compassionately.
‘And always laying herself out so, to get to be admired,’ pursued
the servant. ‘Oh, dear! It’s positive indelicate.’