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Charles Dickens
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CHAPTER 1. I AM BORN
'And a governess?'
CHAPTER 2. I OBSERVE
'"Bewitching—"' I began.
'Well, Ma.'
After tea, when the door was shut and all was
made snug (the nights being cold and misty
now), it seemed to me the most delicious re-
treat that the imagination of man could con-
ceive. To hear the wind getting up out at sea, to
know that the fog was creeping over the deso-
late flat outside, and to look at the fire, and
think that there was no house near but this one,
and this one a boat, was like enchantment. Lit-
tle Em'ly had overcome her shyness, and was
sitting by my side upon the lowest and least of
the lockers, which was just large enough for us
two, and just fitted into the chimney corner.
Mrs. Peggotty with the white apron, was knit-
ting on the opposite side of the fire. Peggotty at
her needlework was as much at home with St.
Paul's and the bit of wax-candle, as if they had
never known any other roof. Ham, who had
been giving me my first lesson in all-fours, was
trying to recollect a scheme of telling fortunes
with the dirty cards, and was printing off fishy
impressions of his thumb on all the cards he
turned. Mr. Peggotty was smoking his pipe. I
felt it was a time for conversation and confi-
dence.
'Dirt,' I said.
'Wants manner!'
'When, Peggotty?'
'Tomorrow.'
'There,' I said.
'Yes. She makes all our pastry, and does all our
cooking.'
'With Peggotty?'
'Yes, it is indeed.'
Nobody answered.
'Yes,' he returned.
'No,' I answered.
'Her name?'
'Peggotty.'
'Chrisen name? Or nat'ral name?' said Mr.
Barkis.
'She is dead.'
'Master Copperfield?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Will you come with me, young sir, if you
please,' he said, opening the door, 'and I shall
have the pleasure of taking you home.'
'That's right.'
'All your life,' said Mr. Omer. 'I may say before
it. I knew your father before you. He was five
foot nine and a half, and he lays in five-and-
twen-ty foot of ground.'
I said: 'Yes.'
'The last time that I saw her like her own old
self, was the night when you came home, my
dear. The day you went away, she said to me, "I
never shall see my pretty darling again. Some-
thing tells me so, that tells the truth, I know."
'She tried to hold up after that; and many a
time, when they told her she was thoughtless
and light-hearted, made believe to be so; but it
was all a bygone then. She never told her hus-
band what she had told me—she was afraid of
saying it to anybody else—till one night, a little
more than a week before it happened, when
she said to him: "My dear, I think I am dying."
I nodded assent.
'So sh' is! so sh' is!' cried Ham. 'Mas'r Davy bor',
so sh' is!' and he sat and chuckled at her for
some time, in a state of mingled admiration and
delight, that made his face a burning red.
'Steerforth?' said I.
'What! Brooks!'
'Oh, let's see the jacket!' cried the old man. 'Oh,
my heart on fire, show the jacket to us! Oh, my
eyes and limbs, bring the jacket out!'
'N-no,' I said.
'Sir!' I stammered.
'To—?'
'I made it. We'll go and fly it, you and I,' said
Mr. Dick. 'Do you see this?'
'Yes, aunt.'
'Miss Trotwood!'
'Shall I?'
'Certainly.'
'Yes, sir.'
'I think you are wrong, Uriah,' I said. 'I dare say
there are several things that I could teach you,
if you would like to learn them.'
'We are too umble, sir,' said Mrs. Heep, 'my son
and me, to be the friends of Master Copper-
field. He has been so good as take his tea with
us, and we are thankful to him for his com-
pany, also to you, sir, for your notice.'
'The
'Beggared Outcast,
'WILKINS MICAWBER.'
I was so shocked by the contents of this heart-
rending letter, that I ran off directly towards
the little hotel with the intention of taking it on
my way to Doctor Strong's, and trying to
soothe Mr. Micawber with a word of comfort.
But, half-way there, I met the London coach
with Mr. and Mrs. Micawber up behind; Mr.
Micawber, the very picture of tranquil enjoy-
ment, smiling at Mrs. Micawber's conversation,
eating walnuts out of a paper bag, with a bottle
sticking out of his breast pocket. As they did
not see me, I thought it best, all things consid-
ered, not to see them. So, with a great weight
taken off my mind, I turned into a by-street that
was the nearest way to school, and felt, upon
the whole, relieved that they were gone; though
I still liked them very much, nevertheless.
'Quite.'
'I think my memory has got as short as my
breath,' said Mr. Omer, looking at me and shak-
ing his head; 'for I don't remember you.'
'My dear,' said Mr. Omer, 'I don't say it's the
case with you,' winking at me, 'but I say that
half the women in Yarmouth—ah! and in five
mile round—are mad against that girl.'
'Oh!' said I.
'No.'
'Why?' I asked.
'Miss Mowcher!'
So we went upstairs.
'Steerforth—
you'retheguidingstarofmyexistence.'
'Amigoarawaysoo?' I repeated.
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Oh! I hope you'll go soon! You would like it so
much!'
'Indeed!'
'No.'
'Oh! Littimer!'
'Sir!'
'Certainly.'
'Oh!' said Traddles. 'Yes, to be sure! I am very
much obliged to you, Copperfield; but—I am
afraid I have lent him that already.'
'From whom?'
'That's right!'
It was from Peggotty; something less legible
than usual, and brief. It informed me of her
husband's hopeless state, and hinted at his
being 'a little nearer' than heretofore, and con-
sequently more difficult to manage for his own
comfort. It said nothing of her weariness and
watching, and praised him highly. It was writ-
ten with a plain, unaffected, homely piety that I
knew to be genuine, and ended with 'my duty
to my ever darling'—meaning myself.
'The race that one has started in,' said he. 'Ride
on!'
'No?'
'What is he doing?'
I repeated the words, more to myself than her,
being so amazed.
'It's one of the things that cut the trade off from
attentions they could often wish to show,' said
Mr. Omer. 'Take myself. If I have known Barkis
a year, to move to as he went by, I have known
him forty years. But I can't go and say, "how is
he?"'
I felt it was rather hard on Mr. Omer, and I told
him so.
'Barkis is willin'!'
And, it being low water, he went out with the
tide.
'Gone!'
'Em'ly's run away! Oh, Mas'r Davy, think HOW
she's run away, when I pray my good and gra-
cious God to kill her (her that is so dear above
all things) sooner than let her come to ruin and
disgrace!'
'Yes, it's always so!' she said. 'They are all sur-
prised, these inconsiderate young people, fairly
and full grown, to see any natural feeling in a
little thing like me! They make a plaything of
me, use me for their amusement, throw me
away when they are tired, and wonder that I
feel more than a toy horse or a wooden soldier!
Yes, yes, that's the way. The old way!'
'I saw you in the street just now. You may sup-
pose I am not able to walk as fast as you, with
my short legs and short breath, and I couldn't
overtake you; but I guessed where you came,
and came after you. I have been here before,
today, but the good woman wasn't at home.'
'I?' I repeated.
'Child, child! In the name of blind ill-fortune,'
cried Miss Mowcher, wringing her hands impa-
tiently, as she went to and fro again upon the
fender, 'why did you praise her so, and blush,
and look disturbed?'
'No?'
'Nothing, aunt?'
'Silly, aunt!'
I seriously believe it had never once entered my
head for a single moment, to consider whether
she was or not. I resented the idea, of course;
but I was in a manner struck by it, as a new one
altogether.
'They?' said I.
'Perfectly, sir.'
'Of course,' said the Doctor. 'To be sure. He's
pretty well, too.'
'I declare I'll make Jip bite you!' said Dora, sha-
king her curls, 'if you are so ridiculous.'
'Oh, yes!' cried Dora. 'Oh, yes, it's all yours. Oh,
don't be dreadful!'
I dreadful! To Dora!
'Dead?' said I.
'He dined in town yesterday, and drove down
in the phaeton by himself,' said Tiffey, 'having
sent his own groom home by the coach, as he
sometimes did, you know—'
'Well?'
'Assuredly.'
'Well?' said I.
'How fast you walk!' said he. 'My legs are pret-
ty long, but you've given 'em quite a job.'
'I did that last night,' said Uriah; 'but it'll ripen
yet! It only wants attending to. I can wait!'
'Again?' said I.
'Yes, sir,' he replied, patiently shaking his head,
'I'm away tomorrow.'
I read as follows:
'Oh what will you feel when you see this wri-
ting, and know it comes from my wicked hand!
But try, try—not for my sake, but for uncle's
goodness, try to let your heart soften to me,
only for a little little time! Try, pray do, to re-
lent towards a miserable girl, and write down
on a bit of paper whether he is well, and what
he said about me before you left off ever na-
ming me among yourselves—and whether, of a
night, when it is my old time of coming home,
you ever see him look as if he thought of one he
used to love so dear. Oh, my heart is breaking
when I think about it! I am kneeling down to
you, begging and praying you not to be as hard
with me as I deserve—as I well, well, know I
deserve—but to be so gentle and so good, as to
write down something of him, and to send it to
me. You need not call me Little, you need not
call me by the name I have disgraced; but oh,
listen to my agony, and have mercy on me so
far as to write me some word of uncle, never,
never to be seen in this world by my eyes
again!
'Agreeable!' said I.
'Perfectly!'
I bowed.
I bowed again.
I bowed again.
'Miss Trotwood,' said Miss Clarissa, 'mentioned
in Mr. Copperfield's letter, will perhaps call
upon us. When visiting is better for the happi-
ness of all parties, we are glad to receive visits,
and return them. When it is better for the hap-
piness of all parties that no visiting should take
place, (as in the case of our brother Francis, and
his establishment) that is quite different.'
'Who, my life?'
'Paint at all?'
'Not at all,' said Traddles.
'Cross, my love?'
I could not see him for the tears which his ear-
nestness and goodness, so adorned by, and so
adorning, the perfect simplicity of his manner,
brought into my eyes. He had moved to the
door, when he added:
'EMMA MICAWBER.'
I did not feel justified in giving a wife of Mrs.
Micawber's experience any other recommenda-
tion, than that she should try to reclaim Mr.
Micawber by patience and kindness (as I knew
she would in any case); but the letter set me
thinking about him very much.
CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT
'Dora, my darling!'
'Very pretty.'
'Yes!' she said. 'I beg and pray that no one will
leave the room! Oh, my husband and father,
break this long silence. Let us both know what
it is that has come between us!'
'If you please,' said she. 'Pray has this girl been
found?'
'No.'
'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.
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Of Em'ly!'
'I know it's like me!' she exclaimed. 'I know that
I belong to it. I know that it's the natural com-
pany of such as I am! It comes from country
places, where there was once no harm in it—
and it creeps through the dismal streets, defiled
and miserable—and it goes away, like my life,
to a great sea, that is always troubled—and I
feel that I must go with it!' I have never known
what despair was, except in the tone of those
words.
'Nothing?' I repeated.
'You are not so old, Jip, are you, that you'll lea-
ve your mistress yet?' said Dora. 'We may keep
one another company a little longer!'
It ran thus:
'WILKINS MICAWBER.'
CHAPTER 50. Mr. PEGGOTTY'S DREAM
COMES TRUE
'Uncle!'
'What is it?'
'But, my Ury—'
His house was not far off; and as the street door
opened into the sitting-room, and he bolted in
with a precipitation quite his own, we found
ourselves at once in the bosom of the family.
Mr. Micawber exclaiming, 'Emma! my life!'
rushed into Mrs. Micawber's arms. Mrs. Mi-
cawber shrieked, and folded Mr. Micawber in
her embrace. Miss Micawber, nursing the un-
conscious stranger of Mrs. Micawber's last let-
ter to me, was sensibly affected. The stranger
leaped. The twins testified their joy by several
inconvenient but innocent demonstrations.
Master Micawber, whose disposition appeared
to have been soured by early disappointment,
and whose aspect had become morose, yielded
to his better feelings, and blubbered.
'Doady!'
'My dear Dora!'
'Will you?'
'Directly.'
'Mind, my darling?'
'Because I don't know what you will think, or
what you may have thought sometimes. Per-
haps you have often thought the same. Doady,
dear, I am afraid I was too young.'
Let me go on.
'Of course.'
'At nine,' said she. 'I'll tell you then, my dear.'
'Yes.'
'Friday.
'My dear Madam, and Copperfield,
'The fair land of promise lately looming on the
horizon is again enveloped in impenetrable
mists, and for ever withdrawn from the eyes of
a drifting wretch whose Doom is sealed!
'W. M.
'P.S. I re-open this to say that our common
friend, Mr. Thomas Traddles (who has not yet
left us, and is looking extremely well), has paid
the debt and costs, in the noble name of Miss
Trotwood; and that myself and family are at
the height of earthly bliss.'
He said, 'Yes.'
He answered nothing.
'Very ill.'
'Indeed!' cried I.
'Yes,' said I.
'Probably,' said I.
I shook my head.
'No,' said I.
'Never, sir.'
'No!'
'A what?'
'Yes!'
'Dearest, what?'
'Agnes,' said I.
'She did.'
'And it was—'
'WILKINS MICAWBER,
'Magistrate.'
I found, on glancing at the remaining contents
of the newspaper, that Mr. Micawber was a
diligent and esteemed correspondent of that
journal. There was another letter from him in
the same paper, touching a bridge; there was an
advertisement of a collection of similar letters
by him, to be shortly republished, in a neat vo-
lume, 'with considerable additions'; and, unless
I am very much mistaken, the Leading Article
was his also.
'Except—' I suggest.