[David Copperfield by Charles Dickens]@TWC D-Link bookDavid Copperfield CHAPTER 8 20/34
And he takes,' said my mother, with the tears which were engendered in her affectionate nature, stealing down her face, 'he takes great pains with me; and I ought to be very thankful to him, and very submissive to him even in my thoughts; and when I am not, Peggotty, I worry and condemn myself, and feel doubtful of my own heart, and don't know what to do.' Peggotty sat with her chin on the foot of the stocking, looking silently at the fire. 'There, Peggotty,' said my mother, changing her tone, 'don't let us fall out with one another, for I couldn't bear it.
You are my true friend, I know, if I have any in the world.
When I call you a ridiculous creature, or a vexatious thing, or anything of that sort, Peggotty, I only mean that you are my true friend, and always have been, ever since the night when Mr.Copperfield first brought me home here, and you came out to the gate to meet me.' Peggotty was not slow to respond, and ratify the treaty of friendship by giving me one of her best hugs.
I think I had some glimpses of the real character of this conversation at the time; but I am sure, now, that the good creature originated it, and took her part in it, merely that my mother might comfort herself with the little contradictory summary in which she had indulged.
The design was efficacious; for I remember that my mother seemed more at ease during the rest of the evening, and that Peggotty observed her less. When we had had our tea, and the ashes were thrown up, and the candles snuffed, I read Peggotty a chapter out of the Crocodile Book, in remembrance of old times--she took it out of her pocket: I don't know whether she had kept it there ever since--and then we talked about Salem House, which brought me round again to Steerforth, who was my great subject.
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