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'Don't he go over to Blunderstone now? I asked. 'When he's well he do, she answered. 'Do YOU ever go there, Mrs. Barkis? She looked at me more attentively, and I noticed a quick movement of her hands towards each other. 'Because I want to ask a question about a house there, that they call the what is it? the Rookery, said I.
'I give you my word and honour, sir, said Mr. Omer, 'that when I lay that book upon the table, and look at it outside; compact in three separate and indiwidual wollumes one, two, three; I am as proud as Punch to think that I once had the honour of being connected with your family. And dear me, it's a long time ago, now, ain't it? Over at Blunderstone.
But quite apart from such adventitious attractions, the novel is an admirable one. All the scenes of little David's childhood in the Norfolk home the Blunderstone rookery, where there were no rooks are among the most beautiful pictures of childhood in existence. In what sunshine of love does the lad bask with his mother and Peggotty, till Mrs.
The coach was clear of passengers by that time, the luggage was very soon cleared out, the horses had been taken out before the luggage, and now the coach itself was wheeled and backed off by some hostlers, out of the way. Still, nobody appeared, to claim the dusty youngster from Blunderstone, Suffolk.
I did not attend the funeral in character, if I may venture to say so. I mean I was not dressed up in a black coat and a streamer, to frighten the birds; but I walked over to Blunderstone early in the morning, and was in the churchyard when it came, attended only by Peggotty and her brother. The mad gentleman looked on, out of my little window; Mr.
She always returned, with greater emphasis and with an instinctive knowledge of the strength of her objection, 'Let us have no meandering. Not to meander myself, at present, I will go back to my birth. I was born at Blunderstone, in Suffolk, or 'there by', as they say in Scotland. I was a posthumous child.
Barkis is willin'. 'But you will be at Blunderstone again tomorrow, Mr. Barkis, I said, faltering a little at the idea of my being far away from it then, and could give your own message so much better.
I never thought of anything about myself, distinctly. The two things clearest in my mind were, that a remoteness had come upon the old Blunderstone life which seemed to lie in the haze of an immeasurable distance; and that a curtain had for ever fallen on my life at Murdstone and Grinby's. No one has ever raised that curtain since.
This gained upon me as we went along; so that the nearer we drew, the more familiar the objects became that we passed, the more excited I was to get there, and to run into her arms. Blunderstone Rookery would come, however, in spite of her, when the carrier's horse pleased and did. How well I recollect it, on a cold grey afternoon, with a dull sky, threatening rain!
'Yes, Peggotty? 'I have tried, my dear, all ways I could think of all the ways there are, and all the ways there ain't, in short to get a suitable service here, in Blunderstone; but there's no such a thing, my love. 'And what do you mean to do, Peggotty, says I, wistfully. 'Do you mean to go and seek your fortune?
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