Identifier: davidcopperfield01dicke (find matches)
Title: David Copperfield
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882
Subjects: Boys Orphans Young men Child labor
Publisher: Philadelphia : T.B. Peterson
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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knowthat. So dont be a fool, whatever you are. The gentleman was serious immediately, and looked at me, Tthought, as if he would entreat me to say nothing about thewindow. Mr. Dick, said my aunt, you have heard me mention Da\idCopperjSeld ? Now dont pretend not to have a memory, becauseyou and I know better. Da\id Copperfield ? said Mr. Dick, who did not appear to meto remember much about it. Da\id Copperfeld ! O yes, to besure. David, certainly. Well, said my aunt, this is his boy—^his son. He would beas hke his father as its possible to be, if he was not so like hismother, too. His son ? said Mr. Dick. Da%dds son ? Indeed! Yes, pursued my aunt, and he has done a pretty piece ofbusiness. He has run away. Ah ! His sister, Betsey Trotwood,never would have run away. My aunt shook her head firmly,confident in the character and behaviour of the girl who never wasborn. Oh I you think she wouldnt have run away ? said Mr. D.ck. Bless and save the man, exclaimed my aunt, sharply, • how he
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Vvivi^^r^/ I make Mj-self known to my Aunt Of cs \ mm^^^^ aUHO^S DAVID COrPERFIELD. 235 talks! Dont I know she wouldnt? She would have lived withher god-mother, and we should have been devoted to one another.Where, in the name of wonder, should his sister, Betsey Trotwood,have run from, or to ? Nowhere, said Mr. Dick. AVell then, returned my aunt, softened by the reply, how can/ou pretend to be wool-gathering, Dick, whefi you are as sharp as asurgeons lancet ? Now, here you see young David Copperfield, andthe question I put to you is, what shall I do with him ? Whatshall you do with him? said Mr. Dick, feebly, scratchinghis head. Oh ! do with him ? Yes, said my aunt, with a grave look and her forefinger heldup. Come ! I w^ant some very sound addce. Why, if I was you, said Mr. Dick, considering, and lookingvacantly at me, I should— Hie contemplation of me seemed toinspire him vsith a sudden idea, and he added, briskly, I shouldwash him ! J unet, said my aunt, turning round with a qui

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