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‘You will find her,’ pursued my aunt, ‘as good, as beautiful, as earnest, as disinterested, as she has always been.
In due time, Mr. Micawber’s petition was ripe for hearing; and that gentleman was ordered to be discharged under the Act, to my great joy.
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I mentioned to Mr. Spenlow in the morning, that I wanted leave of absence for a short time
And now my written story ends. I look back, once more—for the last time—before I close these leaves.
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It was fine in the morning, particularly in the fine mornings. It looked a very fresh, free life, by daylight: still fresher, and more free, by sunlight.
One day I was informed by Mr. Mell that Mr. Creakle would be home that evening.
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A fearful cry followed the word. I paused a moment, and looking in, saw him supporting her insensible figure in his arms.
Once again, let me pause upon a memorable period of my life. Let me stand aside, to see the phantoms of those days go by me, accompanying the shadow of myself.
The wind had gone down with the light, and so the snow had come on. It was a heavy, settled fall, I recollect, in great flakes; and it lay thick.
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A glimpse of the river through a dull gateway, where some waggons were housed for the night, seemed to arrest my feet.
As if, in love, joy, sorrow, hope, or disappointment; in all emotions; my heart turned naturally there, and found its refuge and best friend.
From the first moment of her dark eyes resting on me, I saw she knew I was the bearer of evil tidings.
I try to stay my tears, and to reply, ‘Oh, Dora, love, as fit as I to be a husband!’
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I left all who were dear to me, and went away; and believed that I had borne it, and it was past.
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I know enough of the world now, to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything
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There comes out of the cloud, our house—not new to me, but quite familiar, in its earliest remembrance.
Mr. Dick and I soon became the best of friends, and very often, when his day’s work was done, went out together to fly the great kite.
I never saw a man so hot in my life. I tried to calm him, that we might come to something rational; but he got hotter and hotter, and wouldn’t hear a word.
‘Why, bless my life and soul!’ said Mr. Omer, ‘how do you find yourself? Take a seat.—-Smoke not disagreeable, I hope?’
For years and years, Mr. Barkis had carried this box, on all his journeys, every day.
I forgot them; while I was picking them up, I dropped the other fragments of the system; in short, it was almost heart-breaking.
The general air of the place reminded me forcibly of the days when I lived with Mr. and Mrs. Micawber.
It is not my purpose, in this record, though in all other essentials it is my written memory, to pursue the history of my own fictions.
My new life had lasted for more than a week, and I was stronger than ever in those tremendous practical resolutions that I felt the crisis required.
I PASS over all that happened at school, until the anniversary of my birthday came round in March.
The vaunting cruelty with which she met my glance, I never saw expressed in any other face that ever I have seen.
It was, to conceal what had occurred, from those who were going away; and to dismiss them on their voyage in happy ignorance. In this, no time was to be lost.
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I could scarcely lay claim to the name: I was so disturbed by the conviction that the letter came from Agnes.
His honest face, as he looked at me with a serio-comic shake of his head, impresses me more in the remembrance than it did in the reality.
I could not get over this farewell glimpse of them for a long time.
—all the romance of our engagement put away upon a shelf, to rust—no one to please but one another—one another to please, for life.
What is natural in me, is natural in many other men, I infer, and so I am not afraid to write that I never had loved Steerforth
If it had been Aladdin’s palace, roc’s egg and all, I suppose I could not have been more charmed with the romantic idea of living in it.
She was exactly the same as ever, and the same immortal butterflies hovered over her cap.
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Not that I mean to say these were special marks of distinction, which only I received.
A plan had occurred to me for passing the night, which I was going to carry into execution.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
This sentiment gave unbounded satisfaction—greater satisfaction, I think, than anything that had passed yet.
I had advanced in fame and fortune, my domestic joy was perfect, I had been married ten happy years.
She did not once show me any change in herself. What she always had been to me, she still was; wholly unaltered.
Until the day arrived on which I was to entertain my newly-found old friends, I lived principally on Dora and coffee.
We might have gone about half a mile, and my pocket-handkerchief was quite wet through, when the carrier stopped short.
‘Good-bye for ever. Now, my dear, my friend, good-bye for ever in this world.
‘The message was right enough, perhaps,’ said Mr. Barkis; ‘but it come to an end there.’
And Mrs. Gummidge took his hand, and kissed it with a homely pathos and affection, in a homely rapture of devotion and gratitude, that he well deserved.
My spirits sank under these words, and I became very downcast and heavy of heart.
He drew her to him, whispered in her ear, and kissed her.
My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well;
I have often remarked—I suppose everybody has—that one’s going away from a familiar place, would seem to be the signal for change in it.
‘Now’s the day, and now’s the hour,
See the front of battle lower,
See approach proud EDWARD’S power—
Chains and slavery!
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When I awoke in the morning I thought very much of little Em’ly, and her emotion last night, after Martha had left.
Her idea was my refuge in disappointment and distress, and made some amends to me, even for the loss of my friend.
With the new life, came new purpose, new intention. Great was the labour; priceless the reward. Dora was the reward, and Dora must be won.
‘My dear,’ said my aunt, after taking a spoonful of it; ‘it’s a great deal better than wine. Not half so bilious.’
Next morning, after breakfast, I entered on school life again. I went, accompanied by Mr. Wickfield, to the scene of my future studies
‘My dear Copperfield, a man who labours under the pressure of pecuniary embarrassments, is, with the generality of people, at a disadvantage.
I saw, in my aunt’s face, that she began to give way now, and Dora brightened again, as she saw it too.
Steerforth and I stayed for more than a fortnight in that part of the country.
