business。　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　was　born。
  ‘Oh！　you　think　she　wouldn’t　have　run　away？’　said　Mr。　Dick。
  ‘Bless　and　save　the　man；’　exclaimed　my　aunt；　sharply；　‘how　he
  talks！　Don’t　I　know　she　wouldn’t？　She　would　have　lived　with　her
  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。
  ‘Well　then；’　returned　my　aunt；　softened　by　the　reply；　‘how　can
  you　pretend　to　be　wool…gathering；　Dick；　when　you　are　as　sharp　as
  a　surgeon’s　lancet？　Now；　here　you　see　young　David　Copperfield；
  and　the　question　I　put　to　you　is；　what　shall　I　do　with　him？’
  ‘What　shall　you　do　with　him？’　said　Mr。　Dick；　feebly；　scratching
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  his　head。　‘Oh！　do　with　him？’
  ‘Yes；’　said　my　aunt；　with　a　grave　look；　and　her　forefinger　held
  up。　‘Come！　I　want　some　very　sound　advice。’
  ‘Why；　if　I　was　you；’　said　Mr。　Dick；　considering；　and　looking
  vacantly　at　me；　‘I　should—’　The　contemplation　of　me　seemed　to
  inspire　him　with　a　sudden　idea；　and　he　added；　briskly；　‘I　should
  wash　him！’
  ‘Janet；’　said　my　aunt；　turning　round　with　a　quiet　triumph；
  which　I　did　not　then　understand；　‘Mr。　Dick　sets　us　all　right。　Heat
  the　bath！’
  Although　I　was　deeply　interested　in　this　dialogue；　I　could　not
  help　observing　my　aunt；　Mr。　Dick；　and　Janet；　while　it　was　in
  progress；　and　completing　a　survey　I　had　already　been　engaged　in
  making　of　the　room。
  My　aunt　was　a　tall；　hard…featured　lady；　but　by　no　means　ill…
  looking。　There　was　an　inflexibility　in　her　face；　in　her　voice；　in　her
  gait　and　carriage；　amply　sufficient　to　account　for　the　effect　she　had
  made　upon　a　gentle　creature　like　my　mother；　but　her　features
  were　rather　handsome　than　otherwise；　though　unbending　and
  austere。　I　particularly　noticed　that　she　had　a　very　quick；　bright
  eye。　Her　hair；　which　was　grey；　was　arranged　in　two　plain　divisions；
  under　what　I　believe　would　be　called　a　mob…cap；　I　mean　a　cap；
  much　more　common　then　than　now；　with　side…pieces　fastening
  under　the　chin。　Her　dress　was　of　a　lavender　colour；　and　perfectly
  neat；　but　scantily　made；　as　if　she　desired　to　be　as　little
  encumbered　as　possible。　I　remember　that　I　thought　it；　in　form；
  more　like　a　riding…habit　with　the　superfluous　skirt　cut　off；　than
  anything　else。　She　wore　at　her　side　a　gentleman’s　gold　watch；　if　I
  might　judge　from　its　size　and　make；　with　an　appropriate　chain　and
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  seals；　she　had　some　linen　at　her　throat　not　unlike　a　shirt…collar；
  and　things　at　her　wrists　like　little　shirt…wristbands。
  Mr。　Dick；　as　I　have　already　said；　was　grey…headed；　and　florid：　I
  should　have　said　all　about　him；　in　saying　so；　had　not　his　head　been
  curiously　bowed—not　by　age；　it　reminded　me　of　one　of　Mr。
  Creakle’s　boys’　heads　after　a　beating—and　his　grey　eyes
  prominent　and　large；　with　a　strange　kind　of　watery　brightness　in
  them　that　made　me；　in　combination　with　his　vacant　manner；　his
  submission　to　my　aunt；　and　his　childish　delight　when　she　praised
  him；　suspect　him　of　being　a　little　mad；　though；　if　he　were　mad；
  how　he　came　to　be　there　puzzled　me　extremely。　He　was　dressed
  like　any　other　ordinary　gentleman；　in　a　loose　grey　morning　coat
  and　waistcoat；　and　white　trousers；　and　had　his　watch　in　his　fob；
  and　his　money　in　his　pockets：　which　he　rattled　as　if　he　were　very
  proud　of　it。
  Janet　was　a　pretty　blooming　girl；　of　about　nineteen　or　twenty；
  and　a　perfect　picture　of　neatness。　Though　I　made　no　further
  observation　of　her　at　the　moment；　I　may　mention　here　what　I　did
  not　discover　until　afterwards；　namely；　that　she　was　one　of　a　series
  of　protégées　whom　my　aunt　had　taken　into　her　service　expressly　to
  educate　in　a　renouncement　of　mankind；　and　who　had　generally
  completed　their　abjuration　by　marrying　the　baker。
  The　room　was　as　neat　as　Janet　or　my　aunt。　As　I　laid　down　my
  pen；　a　moment　since；　to　think　of　it；　the　air　from　the　sea　came
  blowing　in　again；　mixed　with　the　perfume　of　the　flowers；　and　I　saw
  the　old…fashioned　furniture　brightly　rubbed　and　polished；　my
  aunt’s　inviolable　chair　and　table　by　the　round　green　fan　in　the
  bow…window；　the　drugget…covered　carpet；　the　cat；　the　kettle…
  holder；　the　two　canaries；　the　old　china；　the　punchbowl　full　of　dried
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  rose…leaves；　the　tall　press　guarding　all　sorts　of　bottles　and　pots；
  and；　wonderfully　out　of　keeping　with　the　rest；　my　dusty　self　upon
  the　sofa；　taking　note　of　everything。
  Janet　had　gone　away　to　get　the　bath　ready；　when　my　aunt；　to
  my　great　alarm；　became　in　one　moment　rigid　with　indignation；
  and　had　hardly　voice　to　cry　out；　‘Janet！　Donkeys！’
  Upon　which；　Janet　came　running　up　the　stairs　as　if　the　house
  were　in　flames；　darted　out　on　a　little　piece　of　green　in　front；　and
  warned　off　two　saddle…donkeys；　lady…ridden；　that　had　presumed　to
  set　hoof　upon　it；　while　my　aunt；　rushing　out　of　the　house；　seized
  the　bridle　of　a　third　animal　laden　with　a　bestriding　child；　turned
  him；　led　him　forth　from　those　sacred　precincts；　and　boxed　the　ears
  of　the　unlucky　urchin　in　attendance　who　had　dared　to　profane　that
  hallowed　ground。
  To　this　hour　I　don’t　know　whether　my　aunt　had　any　lawful　right
  of　way　over　that　patch　of　green；　but　she　had　settled　it　in　her　own
  mind　that　she　had；　and　it　was　all　the　same　to　her。　The　one　great
  outrage　of　her　life；　demanding　to　be　constantly　avenged；　was　the
  passage　of　a　donkey　over　that　immaculate　spot。　In　whatever
  occupation　she　was　engaged；　however　interesting　to　her　the
  conversation　in　which　she　was　taking　part；　a　donkey　turned　the
  current　of　her　ideas　in　a　moment；　and　she　was　upon　him　straight。
  Jugs　of　water；　and　watering…pots；　were　kept　in　secret　places　ready
  to　be　discharged　on　the　offending　boys；　sticks　were　laid　in　ambush
  behind　the　door；　sallies　were　made　at　all　hours；　and　incessant　war
  prevailed。　Perhaps　this　was　an　agreeable　excitement　to　the
  donkey…boys；　or　perhaps　the　more　sagacious　of　the　donkeys；
  understanding　how　the　case　stood；　delighted　with　constitutional
  obstinacy　in　coming　that　way。　I　only　know　that　there　were　three
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  alarms　before　the　bath　was　ready；　and　that　on　the　occasion　of　the
  last　and　most　desperate　of　all；　I　saw　my　aunt　engage；　single…
  handed；　with　a　sandy…headed　lad　of　fifteen；　and　bump　his　sandy
  head　against　her　own　gate；　before　he　seemed　to　comprehend　what
  was　the　matter。　These　interruptions　were　of　the　more　ridiculous　to
  me；　because　she　was　giving　me　broth　out　of　a　table…spoon　at　the
  time　（having　firmly　persuaded　herself　that　I　was　actually　starving；
  and　must　receive　nourishment　at　first　in　very　small　quantities）；
  and；　while　my　mouth　was　yet　open　to　receive　the　spoon；　she　would
  put　it　back　into　the　basin；　cry　‘Janet！　Donkeys！’　and　go　out　to　the
  assault。
  The　bath　was　a　great　comfort。　For　I　began　to　be　sensible　of
  acute　pains　in　my　limbs　from　lying　out　in　the　fields；　and　was　now
  so　tired　and　low　that　I　could　hardly　keep　myself　awake　for　five
  minutes　together。　When　I　had　bathed；　they　（I　mean　my　aunt　and
  Janet）　enrobed　me　in　a　shirt　and　a　pair　of　trousers　belonging　to
  Mr。　Dick；　and　tied　me　up　in　two　or　three　great　shawls。　What　sort　of
  bundle　I　looked　like；　I　don’t　know；　but　I　felt　a　very　hot　one。　Feeling
  also　very　faint　and　drowsy；　I　soon　lay　down　on　the　sofa　again　and
  fell　asleep。
  It　might　have　been　a　dream；　originating　in　the　fancy　which　had
  occupied　my　mind　so　long；　but　I　awoke　with　the　impression　that
  my　aunt　had　come　and　bent　over　me；　and　had　put　my　hair　away
  from　my　face；　and　laid　my　head　more　comfortably；　and　had　then
  stood　looking　at　me。　The　words；　‘Pretty　fellow；’　or　‘Poor　fellow；’
  seemed　to　be　in　my　ears；　too；　but　certainly　there　was　nothing　else；
  when　I　awoke；　to　lead　me　to　believe　that　they　had　been　uttered　by
  my　aunt；　who　sat　in　the　bow…window　gazing　at　the　sea　from
  behind　the　green　fan；　which　was　mounted　on　a　kind　of　swivel；　and
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  turned　any　way。
  We　dined　soon　after　I　awoke；　off　a　roast　fowl　and　a　pudding；　I
  sitting　at　table；　not　unlike　a　trussed　bird　myself；　and　moving　my
  arms　with　considerable　difficulty。　But　as　my　aunt　had　swathed　me
  up；　I　made　no　complaint　of　being　inconvenienced。　All　this　time　I
  was　deeply　anxious　to　know　what　she　was　going　to　do　with　me；　but
  she　took　her　dinner　in　profound　silence；　except　when　she
  occasionally　fixed　her　eyes　on　me　sitting　opposite；　and　said；　‘Mercy
  upon　us！’　which　did　not　by　any　means　relieve　my　anxiety。
  The　cloth　being　drawn；　and　some　sherry　put　upon　the　table　（of
  which　I　had　a　glass）；　my　aunt　sent　up　for　Mr。　Dick　again；　who
  joined　us；　and　looked　as　wise　as　he　could　when　she　requested　him
  to　attend　to　my　story；　which　she　elicited　from　me；　gradually；　by　a
  course　of　qu