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Miss Betsey thanked him, and we went into his room, which was furnished as an office, with books, papers, tin boxes, and so forth. It looked into a garden, and had an iron safe let into the wall; so immediately over the mantelshelf, that I wondered, as I sat down, how the sweeps got round it when they swept the chimney. 'Well, Miss Trotwood, said Mr.
He remembered his father saying one night that there was no music sweeter than its song. Fragments of memory came to him vividly. His father pulling him from under a bed the night he was punished for stealing apples at the corner grocery store. His father reading David Copperfield to him and their mutual rejoicing when Betsy Trotwood lectured David's firm stepfather.
She smiled rather sadly, I thought, and shook her head. 'Yes, Agnes, my good Angel! Always my good Angel! 'If I were, indeed, Trotwood, she returned, 'there is one thing that I should set my heart on very much. I looked at her inquiringly; but already with a foreknowledge of her meaning. 'On warning you, said Agnes, with a steady glance, 'against your bad Angel.
You have hardly ever told me of your own life, in all this lapse of time! 'What should I tell? she answered, with her radiant smile. 'Papa is well. You see us here, quiet in our own home; our anxieties set at rest, our home restored to us; and knowing that, dear Trotwood, you know all. 'All, Agnes? said I. She looked at me, with some fluttering wonder in her face.
She had got a baby oh, there were a pair of babies when she gave birth to this child sitting here, that Friday night! and what more did she want? Mr. Dick secretly shook his head at me, as if he thought there was no getting over this. 'She couldn't even have a baby like anybody else, said my aunt. 'Where was this child's sister, Betsey Trotwood? Not forthcoming. Don't tell me! Mr.
Crupp, Trotwood Copperfield found his lodgings when he began his new life with Spenlow and Jorkins. These chambers, once the home of Clarkson Stanfield, and since of Mr. William Black and of Dr. B. E. Martin, became, in later days, very familiar to The Boy, and still are haunted by the great crowd of the ghosts of the past.
'My dear Miss Trotwood, she replied, 'I shall only be too happy to think that anyone expects to hear from us. I shall not fail to correspond. Mr. Copperfield, I trust, as an old and familiar friend, will not object to receive occasional intelligence, himself, from one who knew him when the twins were yet unconscious? I said that I should hope to hear, whenever she had an opportunity of writing.
While I advanced in friendship and intimacy with Mr. Dick, I did not go backward in the favour of his staunch friend, my aunt. She took so kindly to me, that, in the course of a few weeks, she shortened my adopted name of Trotwood into Trot; and even encouraged me to hope, that if I went on as I had begun, I might take equal rank in her affections with my sister Betsey Trotwood.
Dick, with a despondent look upon his papers, and with his hand among his hair again, 'that I never can get that quite right. I never can make that perfectly clear. But no matter, no matter! he said cheerfully, and rousing himself, 'there's time enough! My compliments to Miss Trotwood, I am getting on very well indeed. I was going away, when he directed my attention to the kite.
I made Chalmers cut out that great scene in the second act between the queen and Rodolfo. The idea! Did he think I would stand that ? And just because he was in love with Clara Trotwood, too." Coleman was dreamy. " Remember when I was dramatic man for the Gazette and wrote the first notice ? " " Indeed, I do," answered the girl affectionately. " Indeed, I do, Rufus. Ah, that was a great lift.
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