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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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ty went out to wash himself in a kettlefull ofhot water, remarking that cold would never get Ids muckoff. He soon returned, greatly improved in appearance, butso rubicund, that I couldnt help thinking his face had this incommon with the lobsters, crabs, and crawfish ;—that it wentinto the hot water very black, and came out very red. After tea, when the door was shut and all was made snug (thenights being cold and misty now) it seemed to me the most de-licious retreat that the imagination of man could conceive.To hear the wind getting up out at sea, to know that the fogwas creeping over the desolate flat outside, and to look at thefire, and think that there was no house near but this one,and this one a boat, was like enchantment. Little Emly hadovercome her shyness, and was sitting by my side upon thelowest and least of the lockers, which was just large enoughfor us two, and just fitted into the chimney corner. Mrs. Peg-gotty with the white apron, was knitting on the opposite side of
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B cro 05 o OF THEb^^lVERSITY OF iLLIN^f^ DAVID COPPERFIELD. 66 the fire. Peggotty at her needle-work was as much at homewith Saint Pauls and the bit of wax-candle as if they had neverknown any other roof. Ham, who had been giving me myfirst lesson in all-fours, was trying to recollect a scheme of tell-ing fortunes with the dirty cards, and printing off fishy im-pressions of his thumb on all the cards he turned. Mr.Peggotty was smoking his pipe. I felt it was a time for con-versation and confidence. Mr. Peggotty ! says I. Sir, says he. Did you give your son the name of Ham, because you Uveain a sort of Ark V Mr. Peggotty seemed to think it a deep idea, but answered: No, Sir. I never giv him no name. Who gave him that name, then V said I, putting questionnumber two of the catechism to Mr. Peggotty. Why, Sir, his father giv it him, said Mr. Peggotty. I thought you were his father \ My brother Joe was Ms father, said Mr. Peggotty. Dead, Mr. Peggolty ? I hinted, after a respectful pause. D

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