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She condescended to make no reply, but, turning on me with another scornful laugh, said: ¡¡¡¡'The friends of this excellent and much-injured young lady are friends of yours. You are their champion, and assert their rights. Do you wish to know what is known of her?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' said I. ¡¡¡¡She rose with an ill-favoured smile, and taking a few steps towards a wall of holly that was near at hand, dividing the lawn from a kitchen-garden, said, in a louder voice, 'Come here!' - as if she were calling to some unclean beast. ¡¡¡¡'You will restrain any demonstrative championship or vengeance in this place, of course, Mr. Copperfield?' said she, looking over her shoulder at me with the same expression. ¡¡¡¡I inclined my head, without knowing what she meant; and she said, 'Come here!'
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again; and returned, followed by the respectable Mr. Littimer, who, with undiminished respectability, made me a bow, and took up his position behind her. The air of wicked grace: of triumph, in which, strange to say, there was yet something feminine and alluring: with which she reclined upon the seat between us, and looked at me, was worthy of a cruel Princess in a Legend. ¡¡¡¡'Now,' said she, imperiously, without glancing at him, and touching the old wound as it throbbed: perhaps, in this instance, with pleasure rather than pain. 'Tell Mr. Copperfield about the flight.' ¡¡¡¡'Mr. James and myself, ma'am -' ¡¡¡¡'Don't address yourself to me!' she interrupted with a frown.