“‘What can I do?’ returned the little woman, standing up, and holding out her arms to show herself. ‘See! What I am, my father was; and my sister is; and my brother is. I have worked for sister and brother these many years – hard, Mr Copperfield – all day. I must live. I do no harm. If there are people so unreflecting or so cruel, as to make a jest of me, what is left for me to do but to make a jest of myself, them, and everything? If I do so, for the time, whose fault is that? Mine?’ Dickens, Charles. David Copperfield (Macmillan Collector's Library Book 50) (p. 666). Pan Macmillan. Kindle Edition. ”
