David Copperfield

The car­rier’s horse was the lazi­est horse in the world,

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sim­ul­tan­eously

Can I say of her in­no­cent and girl­ish beauty

sol­emn moon

ap­pre­hen­ded

looked at my aunt like an ami­able bird.

Hav­ing is­sued this man­date with as much po­ten­ti­al­ity as if she had been a re­cog­nized au­thor­ity in the house ever since it had been a house, and hav­ing looked out to con­front the amazed Peg­gotty com­ing along the pas­sage with a candle at the sound of a strange voice, Miss Bet­sey shut the door again, and sat down as be­fore: with her feet on the fender, the skirt of her dress tucked up, and her hands fol­ded on one knee.

My father's eyes had closed upon the light of this world six months, when mine opened on it.

pro­pri­ety