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But, Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, expenses nineteen shillings and sixpence; result, happiness." And there are vast multitudes of people who are kept poor because they are the victims of their own improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and it is no sin to be poor.
I ain't a-going, if I know it, to run the risk of being plotted against. 'You are always plotting, and delude yourself into the belief that everybody else is doing the like, I think, said I. 'Perhaps so, Master Copperfield, he replied. 'But I've got a motive, as my fellow-partner used to say; and I go at it tooth and nail. I mustn't be put upon, as a numble person, too much.
'I am glad your experience is so favourable, I returned. 'You are very obliging, my dear Copperfield, said Mr. Micawber; and hummed a tune. 'Do you see much of Mr. Wickfield? I asked, to change the subject. 'Not much, said Mr. Micawber, slightingly. 'Mr. Wickfield is, I dare say, a man of very excellent intentions; but he is in short, he is obsolete.
The twins no longer derive their sustenance from Nature's founts in short, said Mr. Micawber, in one of his bursts of confidence, 'they are weaned and Mrs. Micawber is, at present, my travelling companion. She will be rejoiced, Copperfield, to renew her acquaintance with one who has proved himself in all respects a worthy minister at the sacred altar of friendship.
What put into my mind the wreck-scene from the play of "David Copperfield," I don't know; but there it came, and in my dream I was sitting in the balcony at Booth's, and taking a proper interest in the scene, when it occurred to me that the thunder had less of reverberation and more woodenness than good stage thunder should have.
He is quite right in making him really good at the graceful combination of satire and sentiment, both perfectly sincere. He is also right in indicating that the only cure for this intellectual condition is a violent blow on the head. The real achievement of the earlier part of David Copperfield lies in a certain impression of the little Copperfield living in a land of giants.
On this Friday she buried her face in the blooming geraniums on Miss Maxwell's plant-stand, selected Romola from one of the bookcases, and sank into a seat by the window with a sigh of infinite content, She glanced at the clock now and then, remembering the day on which she had been so immersed in David Copperfield that the Riverboro train had no place in her mind.
David Copperfield and Dora quarrelled over the cold mutton; and if they had gone on quarrelling to the end of their lives, they would have gone on loving each other to the end of their lives; it would have been a human marriage. But David Copperfield and Agnes would agree about the cold mutton. And that cold mutton would be very cold.
Apart from which, said Mrs. Micawber, 'I will not disguise from you, my dear Master Copperfield, that when that branch of my family which is settled in Plymouth, became aware that Mr. Micawber was accompanied by myself, and by little Wilkins and his sister, and by the twins, they did not receive him with that ardour which he might have expected, being so newly released from captivity.
'The most unlikely person I could think of, though his own face had suggested the allusion quite as a natural sequence. 'I am engaged to another young lady. I hope that contents you. 'Upon your soul? said Uriah. I was about indignantly to give my assertion the confirmation he required, when he caught hold of my hand, and gave it a squeeze. 'Oh, Master Copperfield! he said.
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