Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 10, 2025
He had a very agreeable face, and, I thought, was handsome. There was a certain richness in his complexion, which I had been long accustomed, under Peggotty's tuition, to connect with port wine; and I fancied it was in his voice too, and referred his growing corpulency to the same cause. 'This is my nephew, said my aunt. 'Wasn't aware you had one, Miss Trotwood, said Mr. Wickfield.
Many times in the old days, my mother had told me the story of my one relative, Aunt Betsey, who had been present at the time of my birth, confident in her hopes of a niece who should be named for her, Betsey Trotwood, and for whom she proposed to provide liberally.
'As many as you please, said I. 'What do you consider me, sir? asked Mr. Dick, folding his arms. 'A dear old friend, said I. 'Thank you, Trotwood, returned Mr. Dick, laughing, and reaching across in high glee to shake hands with me. 'But I mean, boy, resuming his gravity, 'what do you consider me in this respect? touching his forehead.
She was quiet now. In a little time, she turned her pale face towards me, and said in a low voice, broken here and there, but very clear: 'I owe it to your pure friendship for me, Trotwood which, indeed, I do not doubt to tell you, you are mistaken. I can do no more. If I have sometimes, in the course of years, wanted help and counsel, they have come to me.
Oh, Trotwood! cried Agnes, putting her hands before her face, as her tears started on it, 'I almost feel as if I had been papa's enemy, instead of his loving child. For I know how he has altered, in his devotion to me. I know how he has narrowed the circle of his sympathies and duties, in the concentration of his whole mind upon me.
I lay in my basket, and my mother lay in her bed; but Betsey Trotwood Copperfield was for ever in the land of dreams and shadows, the tremendous region whence I had so lately travelled; and the light upon the window of our room shone out upon the earthly bourne of all such travellers, and the mound above the ashes and the dust that once was he, without whom I had never been.
After tea the children left us; and we three sat together, talking of the bygone days. 'My part in them, said Mr. Wickfield, shaking his white head, 'has much matter for regret for deep regret, and deep contrition, Trotwood, you well know. But I would not cancel it, if it were in my power. I could readily believe that, looking at the face beside him.
'Oh! said my aunt, 'I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting. But I don't allow anybody to ride over that turf. I make no exceptions. I don't allow anybody to do it. 'Your regulation is rather awkward to strangers, said Miss Murdstone. 'Is it! said my aunt. Mr. Murdstone seemed afraid of a renewal of hostilities, and interposing began: 'Miss Trotwood!
'I must be a prisoner for a little while, said Agnes, 'but here are the old books, Trotwood, and the old music. 'Even the old flowers are here, said I, looking round; 'or the old kinds. 'I have found a pleasure, returned Agnes, smiling, 'while you have been absent, in keeping everything as it used to be when we were children. For we were very happy then, I think.
Dick took out his pocket-handkerchief, and wiped his eyes. He then folded it up with great care, pressed it smooth between his two hands, put it in his pocket, and seemed to put my aunt away with it. 'Now you are a scholar, Trotwood, said Mr. Dick. 'You are a fine scholar. You know what a learned man, what a great man, the Doctor is. You know what honour he has always done me.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking