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
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