company they used to keep

had my letter in her hand—so familiar as it looked to me, and yet

gentleman was waiting for me

deserve to be as happy as you are tonight My hand upon it! Ham,

making of the room

David Copperfield

when I looked down through the open skylight They left me,

instruments of torture I provided, and sent down by the Norwood

Lincoln’s Inn Fields, where I found my aunt up, and waiting

lying on a chair I fancied, from the disposition of her figure, that

David Copperfield

baby came, and then she cried; but afterwards she used to sing to

standing at a good distance from me, and lifting my hand up and

‘Mr Copperfield,’ said Steerforth; ‘he wants to know you’

gate, and again Miss Murdstone in her warning voice, said: ‘Clara!’

‘young gal’ likewise occasioned me some uneasiness: not so much

observed that of all human weaknesses, the one to which our

process), I resolved to go to the play It was Covent Garden

My mother was sitting by the fire, but poorly in health, and very

Sunday comes round, and I file into the old pew first, like a

‘He is very like David!’ said Mr Dick

least, Mr Gulpidge had) with the law business of the Bank; and

mean mother’

‘Not more dull for me than Agnes, sir Not dull at all!’

her sweet face I remember how the solemn feeling with which at

time it was!

Mrs Gummidge, whimpering and shaking her head, applied

some hostlers, out of the way Still, nobody appeared, to claim the