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He sat looking at the horse's ears, as if he saw something new there; and sat so, for a considerable time. By and by, he said: 'No sweethearts, I b'lieve? 'Sweetmeats did you say, Mr. Barkis? For I thought he wanted something else to eat, and had pointedly alluded to that description of refreshment. 'Hearts, said Mr. Barkis. 'Sweet hearts; no person walks with her! 'With Peggotty?
Barkis turned to me, and said, with a wink, by the by, I should hardly have thought, before, that he could wink: 'What name was it as I wrote up in the cart? 'Clara Peggotty, I answered. 'What name would it be as I should write up now, if there was a tilt here? 'Clara Peggotty, again? I suggested. 'Clara Peggotty BARKIS! he returned, and burst into a roar of laughter that shook the chaise.
With morning came Peggotty; who called to me, as usual, under my window as if Mr. Barkis the carrier had been from first to last a dream too. After breakfast she took me to her own home, and a beautiful little home it was.
One feels death enter, dignifying all things; and touched by that hand, foolish old Barkis grows great. In Uriah Heap and Mrs. Gummidge, Dickens draws types rather than characters. Pecksniff, Podsnap, Dolly Varden, Mr. Bumble, Mrs. Gamp, Mark Tapley, Turveydrop, Mrs. Jellyby these are not characters; they are human characteristics personified.
All right: Barkis is willin'." And then they both laughed at the familiar words, for Colonel Godfrey loved and studied his Dickens as some men study their classics. "Tell her to be at the entrance at a quarter to six, and I will be there. Well, I must be off, Erskine will be waiting for me."
'Never mind, boys, they'll increase that reward yet, by Jove! It will have to be a thousand a piece if they don't look a little sharper. We laughed, and dad growled out 'Don't seem to have the pluck, any on ye, to tackle a big touch again. I expect they'll send a summons for us next, and get old Bill Barkis, the bailiff at Bargo, to serve it.
The death of Barkis, next to the passing of Colonel Newcome, is, to my thinking, one of the most perfect pieces of pathos in English literature. No very deep emotion is concerned. He is a commonplace old man, clinging foolishly to a commonplace box. His simple wife and the old boatmen stand by, waiting calmly for the end. There is no straining after effect.
Away we went, however, on our holiday excursion; and the first thing we did was to stop at a church, where Mr. Barkis tied the horse to some rails, and went in with Peggotty, leaving little Em'ly and me alone in the chaise.
Barkis appeared at the gate, and again Miss Murdstone in her warning voice, said: 'Clara! when my mother bent over me, to bid me farewell. I kissed her, and my baby brother, and was very sorry then; but not sorry to go away, for the gulf between us was there, and the parting was there, every day.
Barkis I believe to be unconscious of it but then he is in love with Mrs. Barkis, which is proper; and as I have already indicated, when a man is in love there are a great many things he does not see in fact, there is only one thing he does see, and that is Her Majesty, the Queen.
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