virgin of the rocks

A Lily Pond
boxes, all corners and flutings, for sticking knives and forks in, which, happily for mankind, are now obsolete. ¡¡¡¡Miss Murdstone gave me her chilly finger-nails, and sat severely rigid. Mr. Spenlow shut the door, motioned me to a chair, and stood on the hearth-rug in front of the fireplace. ¡¡¡¡'Have the goodness to show Mr. Copperfield,' said Mr. Spenlow, what you have in your reticule,
Miss Murdstone.' ¡¡¡¡I believe it was the old identical steel-clasped reticule of my childhood, that shut up like a bite. Compressing her lips, in sympathy with the snap, Miss Murdstone opened it - opening her mouth a little at the same time - and produced my last letter to Dora, teeming with expressions of devoted affection. ¡¡¡¡'I believe that is your writing, Mr. Copperfield?' said Mr. Spenlow. ¡¡¡¡I was very hot, and the voice I heard was very unlike mine, when I said, 'It is, sir!'