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accident!' ¡¡¡¡'No. I was a young boy, and she exasperated me, and I threw a hammer at her. A promising young angel I must have been!' I was deeply sorry to have touched on such a painful theme, but that was useless now. ¡¡¡¡'She has borne the mark ever since, as you see,' said Steerforth; 'and she'll bear it to her grave,
f she ever rests in one - though I can hardly believe she will ever rest anywhere. She was the motherless child of a sort of cousin of my father's. He died one day. My mother, who was then a widow, brought her here to be company to her. She has a couple of thousand pounds of her own, and saves the interest of it every year, to add to the principal. There's the history of Miss Rosa Dartle for you.' ¡¡¡¡'And I have no doubt she loves you like a brother?' said I.