1869 THE PERSONAL HISTORY AND EXPERIENCE OF DAVID COPPERFIELD THE YOUNGER
David Copperfield, I think,’ said Miss Betsey; the emphasis referring, perhaps, to my mother’s mourning weeds, and her condition.
’David Copperfield all over!’ cried Miss Betsey.
’David Copperfield from head to foot!
’David Copperfield,’ said Mrs. Creakle, leading me to a sofa, and sitting down beside me.
’No, sir, David Copperfield,’ I said.
’I am David Copperfield, of Blunderstone, in Suffolk — where you came, on the night when I was born, and saw my dear mama.
Dick,’ said my aunt, ’you have heard me mention David Copperfield?
’David Copperfield?’ said Mr. Dick, who did not appear to me to remember much about it.
Now, here you see young David Copperfield, and the question I put to you is, what shall I do with him?’
She had seen David Copperfield out of the world, who was always running after wax dolls from his cradle.
’You are the Mr. Murdstone who married the widow of my late nephew, David Copperfield, of Blunderstone Rookery!
I think I see David Copperfield looking forward to any condition of any sort or kind, though it stared him point-blank in the face!
She fades in her turn, and he fades, and all fades, and there is no flute, no Master, no Salem House, no David Copperfield, no anything but heavy sleep.
It was after breakfast, and we had been summoned in from the playground, when Mr. Sharp entered and said: ’David Copperfield is to go into the parlour.’
DAVID COPPERFIELD by CHARLES DICKENS PREFACE TO 1850 EDITION I do not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from this Book, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to require.
’David Copperfield,’ said Miss Murdstone, beckoning me aside into a window.
’David Copperfield,’ said Miss Murdstone, ’I need not enlarge upon family circumstances.
’I must confess to having entertained my suspicions of Miss Spenlow, in reference to David Copperfield, for some time.
I observed Miss Spenlow and David Copperfield, when they first met; and the impression made upon me then was not agreeable.
I have already said, sir, that I have had my suspicions of Miss Spenlow, in reference to David Copperfield, for some time.
I cannot close this Volume more agreeably to myself, than with a hopeful glance towards the time when I shall again put forth my two green leaves once a month, and with a faithful remembrance of the genial sun and showers that have fallen on these leaves of David Copperfield, and made me happy.
After perusing it, I taxed Miss Spenlow with having many such letters in her possession; and ultimately obtained from her the packet which is now in David Copperfield’s hand.’
Miss Murdstone shut her eyes, and disdainfully inclined her head; then, slowly opening her eyes, resumed: ’David Copperfield, I shall not attempt to disguise the fact, that I formed an unfavourable opinion of you in your childhood.
He preceded us to the dining-room — the first room I had entered in that house — and flinging open the door of Mr. Wickfield’s former office, said, in a sonorous voice: ’Miss Trotwood, Mr. David Copperfield, Mr. Thomas Traddles, and Mr. Dixon!’
I was looking back to the name of Doctor Mell, pleased to have discovered, in these happier circumstances, Mr. Mell, formerly poor pinched usher to my Middlesex magistrate, when Mr. Peggotty pointing to another part of the paper, my eyes rested on my own name, and I read thus: ’ TO DAVID COPPERFIELD, ESQUIRE, ’THE EMINENT AUTHOR.
There are the names, in the sweet old visionary connexion, David Copperfield and Dora Spenlow; and there, in the corner, is that Parental Institution, the Stamp Office, which is so benignantly interested in the various transactions of human life, looking down upon our Union; and there is the Archbishop of Canterbury invoking a blessing on us in print, and doing it as cheap as could possibly be expected.
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