David Copperfield . d qu'il a rempli mon cœur brim-full ; comme un ami revenir d'une longue absence. J'beheved sohtaiy, du et réfléchie dans laquelle mon mo-ther murmuré sa chanson, qu'elle était seule. Et je suis allé le softlyinto prix. Elle était assise au coin du feu, un bébé allaité, main whosetiny qu'elle tenait contre son cou. Ses yeux étaient à downupon son visage, et elle s'assit au chant. 1 a été jusqu'à présent, aucun droit que shehad autre compagnon. Je lui ai parlé, et elle a commencé, et cria. Mais me voyant me shecalled^y Da son cher, son propre garçon ! Et à l'entrée de la moitié à travers theroom à me rencontrer, kn

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David Copperfield . d that it filled my heart brim-full; like a friend come back froma long absence. I beheved, from the sohtaiy and thoughtful way in which my mo-ther murmured her song, that she was alone. And I went softlyinto the room. She was sitting by the fire, suckling an infant, whosetiny hand she held against her neck. Her eyes were looking downupon its face, and she sat singing to it. 1 was so far right, that shehad no other companion. I spoke to her, and she started, and cried out. But seeing me, shecalled me her dear Da^y, her own boy ! and coming half across theroom to meet me, kneeled down upon the ground and kissed me, andlaid my head down on her bosom near the little creature that wasnestling there, and [»ut its hand up to my lips. I wish T had died. I wish I had died then, with that feeling inray heart! I should have been more fit for Heaven than I ever hsixebeen since. He is your brother, said my mother, fondling me. Davy, mypretty boy! My poor child ! Then she kissed me more and more, . Changes at Home. DAVID COPPERFIELD. 147 Mid clasped me round the neck. Tliis she was doing when Peg-gotty came ruunmg in, and bounced down on the groimd beside us, and went mad about us both for a quai-ter of an hour. It seemed that I had not been expected so soon, the carrier beiniTmuch before his usual time. It seemed, too, that Mr. and MissMurdstone had gone out upon a visit in the neighbourhood, andwould not return before night. I had never hoped for this. I hadnever thought it possible that we three could be together undis-turbed, once more; and I felt, for the time, as if the old days werecome back. We dined together by the fireside. Peggotty was in attendanceto wait upon us, but my mother wouldnt let her do it, and madeher dine with us. I had my own old plate, with a brown view of aman-of-war in full sail upon it, which Peggotty had hoarded some-where all the time I had been away, and would not have had broken, she said, for a hundred pounds. I had my own old

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