Peggotty　knew　it。　I　said　that　I　had　been　more　miserable　than　I
  thought　anybody　could　believe；　who　only　knew　how　young　I　was。
  And　I　begged　and　prayed　my　aunt—I　forget　in　what　terms　now；
  but　I　remember　that　they　affected　me　very　much　then—to
  befriend　and　protect　me；　for　my　father’s　sake。
  ‘Mr。　Dick；’　said　my　aunt；　‘what　shall　I　do　with　this　child？’
  Mr。　Dick　considered；　hesitated；　brightened；　and　rejoined；　‘Have
  him　measured　for　a　suit　of　clothes　directly。’
  ‘Mr。　Dick；’　said　my　aunt　triumphantly；　‘give　me　your　hand；　for
  your　common　sense　is　invaluable。’　Having　shaken　it　with　great
  cordiality；　she　pulled　me　towards　her　and　said　to　Mr。　Murdstone：
  ‘You　can　go　when　you　like；　I’ll　take　my　chance　with　the　boy。　If
  he’s　all　you　say　he　is；　at　least　I　can　do　as　much　for　him　then；　as　you
  have　done。　But　I　don’t　believe　a　word　of　it。’
  ‘Miss　Trotwood；’　rejoined　Mr。　Murdstone；　shrugging　his
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  shoulders；　as　he　rose；　‘if　you　were　a　gentleman—’
  ‘Bah！　Stuff　and　nonsense！’　said　my　aunt。　‘Don’t　talk　to　me！’
  ‘How　exquisitely　polite！’　exclaimed　Miss　Murdstone；　rising。
  ‘Overpowering；　really！’
  ‘Do　you　think　I　don’t　know；’　said　my　aunt；　turning　a　deaf　ear　to
  the　sister；　and　continuing　to　address　the　brother；　and　to　shake　her
  head　at　him　with　infinite　expression；　‘what　kind　of　life　you　must
  have　led　that　poor；　unhappy；　misdirected　baby？　Do　you　think　I
  don’t　know　what　a　woeful　day　it　was　for　the　soft　little　creature
  when　you　first　came　in　her　way—smirking　and　making　great　eyes
  at　her；　I’ll　be　bound；　as　if　you　couldn’t　say　boh！　to　a　goose！’
  ‘I　never　heard　anything　so　elegant！’　said　Miss　Murdstone。
  ‘Do　you　think　I　can’t　understand　you　as　well　as　if　I　had　seen
  you；’　pursued　my　aunt；　‘now　that　I　do　see　and　hear　you—which；　I
  tell　you　candidly；　is　anything　but　a　pleasure　to　me？　Oh　yes；　bless
  us！　who　so　smooth　and　silky　as　Mr。　Murdstone　at　first！　The　poor；
  benighted　innocent　had　never　seen　such　a　man。　He　was　made　of
  sweetness。　He　worshipped　her。　He　doted　on　her　boy—tenderly
  doted　on　him！　He　was　to　be　another　father　to　him；　and　they　were
  all　to　live　together　in　a　garden　of　roses；　weren’t　they？　Ugh！　Get
  along　with　you；　do！’　said　my　aunt。
  ‘I　never　heard　anything　like　this　person　in　my　life！’　exclaimed
  Miss　Murdstone。
  ‘And　when　you　had　made　sure　of　the　poor　little　fool；’　said　my
  aunt—‘God　forgive　me　that　I　should　call　her　so；　and　she　gone
  where　you　won’t　go　in　a　hurry—because　you　had　not　done　wrong
  enough　to　her　and　hers；　you　must　begin　to　train　her；　must　you？
  begin　to　break　her；　like　a　poor　caged　bird；　and　wear　her　deluded
  life　away；　in　teaching　her　to　sing　your　notes？’
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  ‘This　is　either　insanity　or　intoxication；’　said　Miss　Murdstone；　in
  a　perfect　agony　at　not　being　able　to　turn　the　current　of　my　aunt’s
  address　towards　herself；　‘and　my　suspicion　is　that　it’s　intoxication。’
  Miss　Betsey；　without　taking　the　least　notice　of　the　interruption；
  continued　to　address　herself　to　Mr。　Murdstone　as　if　there　had　been
  no　such　thing。
  ‘Mr。　Murdstone；’　she　said；　shaking　her　finger　at　him；　‘you　were
  a　tyrant　to　the　simple　baby；　and　you　broke　her　heart。　She　was　a
  loving　baby—I　know　that；　I　knew　it　years　before　you　ever　saw
  her—and　through　the　best　part　of　her　weakness　you　gave　her　the
  wounds　she　died　of。　There　is　the　truth　for　your　comfort；　however
  you　like　it。　And　you　and　your　instruments　may　make　the　most　of
  it。’
  ‘Allow　me　to　inquire；　Miss　Trotwood；’　interposed　Miss
  Murdstone；　‘whom　you　are　pleased　to　call；　in　a　choice　of　words　in
  which　I　am　not　experienced；　my　brother’s　instruments？’
  ‘It　was　clear　enough；　as　I　have　told　you；　years　before　you　ever
  saw　her—and　why；　in　the　mysterious　dispensations　of　Providence；
  you　ever　did　see　her；　is　more　than　humanity　can　comprehend—it
  was　clear　enough　that　the　poor　soft　little　thing　would　marry
  somebody；　at　some　time　or　other；　but　I　did　hope　it　wouldn’t　have
  been　as　bad　as　it　has　turned　out。　That　was　the　time；　Mr。
  Murdstone；　when　she　gave　birth　to　her　boy　here；’　said　my　aunt；　‘to
  the　poor　child　you　sometimes　tormented　her　through　afterwards；
  which　is　a　disagreeable　remembrance　and　makes　the　sight　of　him
  odious　now。　Aye；　aye！　you　needn’t　wince！’　said　my　aunt。　‘I　know
  it’s　true　without　that。’
  He　had　stood　by　the　door；　all　this　while；　observant　of　her　with　a
  smile　upon　his　face；　though　his　black　eyebrows　were　heavily
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  contracted。　I　remarked　now；　that；　though　the　smile　was　on　his　face
  still；　his　colour　had　gone　in　a　moment；　and　he　seemed　to　breathe
  as　if　he　had　been　running。
  ‘Good　day；　sir；’　said　my　aunt；　‘and　good…bye！　Good　day　to　you；
  too；　ma’am；’　said　my　aunt；　turning　suddenly　upon　his　sister。　‘Let
  me　see　you　ride　a　donkey　over　my　green　again；　and　as　sure　as　you
  have　a　head　upon　your　shoulders；　I’ll　knock　your　bonnet　off；　and
  tread　upon　it！’
  It　would　require　a　painter；　and　no　common　painter　too；　to
  depict　my　aunt’s　face　as　she　delivered　herself　of　this　very
  unexpected　sentiment；　and　Miss　Murdstone’s　face　as　she　heard　it。
  But　the　manner　of　the　speech；　no　less　than　the　matter；　was　so
  fiery；　that　Miss　Murdstone；　without　a　word　in　answer；　discreetly
  put　her　arm　through　her　brother’s；　and　walked　haughtily　out　of
  the　cottage；　my　aunt　remaining　in　the　window　looking　after　them；
  prepared；　I　have　no　doubt；　in　case　of　the　donkey’s　reappearance；
  to　carry　her　threat　into　instant　execution。
  No　attempt　at　defiance　being　made；　however；　her　face　gradually
  relaxed；　and　became　so　pleasant；　that　I　was　emboldened　to　kiss
  and　thank　her；　which　I　did　with　great　heartiness；　and　with　both
  my　arms　clasped　round　her　neck。　I　then　shook　hands　with　Mr。
  Dick；　who　shook　hands　with　me　a　great　many　times；　and　hailed
  this　happy　close　of　the　proceedings　with　repeated　bursts　of
  laughter。
  ‘You’ll　consider　yourself　guardian；　jointly　with　me；　of　this　child；
  Mr。　Dick；’　said　my　aunt。
  ‘I　shall　be　delighted；’　said　Mr。　Dick；　‘to　be　the　guardian　of
  David’s　son。’
  ‘Very　good；’　returned　my　aunt；　‘that’s　settled。　I　have　been
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  thinking；　do　you　know；　Mr。　Dick；　that　I　might　call　him　Trotwood？’
  ‘Certainly；　certainly。　Call　him　Trotwood；　certainly；’　said　Mr。
  Dick。　‘David’s　son’s　Trotwood。’
  ‘Trotwood　Copperfield；　you　mean；’　returned　my　aunt。
  ‘Yes；　to　be　sure。　Yes。　Trotwood　Copperfield；’　said　Mr。　Dick；　a
  little　abashed。
  My　aunt　took　so　kindly　to　the　notion；　that　some　ready…made
  clothes；　which　were　purchased　for　me　that　afternoon；　were
  marked　‘Trotwood　Copperfield’；　in　her　own　handwriting；　and　in
  indelible　marking…ink；　before　I　put　them　on；　and　it　was　settled　that
  all　the　other　clothes　which　were　ordered　to　be　made　for　me　（a
  complete　outfit　was　bespoke　that　afternoon）　should　be　marked　in
  the　same　way。
  Thus　I　began　my　new　life；　in　a　new　name；　and　with　everything
  new　about　me。　Now　that　the　state　of　doubt　was　over；　I　felt；　for
  many　days；　like　one　in　a　dream。　I　never　thought　that　I　had　a
  curious　couple　of　guardians；　in　my　aunt　and　Mr。　Dick。　I　never
  thought　of　anything　about　myself；　distinctly。　The　two　things
  clearest　in　my　mind　were；　that　a　remoteness　had　come　upon　the
  old　Blunderstone　life—which　seemed　to　lie　in　the　haze　of　an
  immeasurable　distance；　and　that　a　curtain　had　for　ever　fallen　on
  my　life　at　Murdstone　and　Grinby’s。　No　one　has　ever　raised　that
  curtain　since。　I　have　lifted　it　for　a　moment；　even　in　this　narrative；
  with　a　reluctant　hand；　and　dropped　it　gladly。　The　remembrance　of
  that　life　is　fraught　with　so　much　pain　to　me；　with　so　much　mental
  suffering　and　want　of　hope；　that　I　have　never　had　the　courage
  even　to　examine　how　long　I　was　doomed　to　lead　it。　Whether　it
  lasted　for　a　year；　or　more；　or　less；　I　do　not　know。　I　only　know　that
  it　was；　and　ceased　to　be；　and　that　I　have　written；　and　there　I　leave
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  Chapter　15
  I　MAKE　ANOTHER　BEGINNING
  Mr。　Dick　and　I　soon　became　the　best　of　friends；　and　very
  often；　when　his　day’s　work　was　done；　went　out　together
  to　fly　the　great　kite。　Every　day　of　his　life　he　had　a　long
  sitting　at　the　Memorial；　which　never　made　the　least　progress；
  however　hard　he　laboured；　for　King　Charles　the　First　always
  strayed　into　it；　sooner　or　later；　and　then　it　was　thrown　aside；　and
  another　one　begun。　The　patience　and　hope　with　which　he　bore
  these　perpetual　disappointments；　the　mild　perception　he　had　that
  there　was　something　wrong　about　King　Charles　the　First；　the
  feeble　efforts　he　made　to　keep　him　out；　and　the　certainty　with
  which　he　came　in；　and　tumbled　the　Memorial　out　of　all　shape；
  made　a　deep　impression　on　me。　What　Mr。　Dick　supposed　would
  come　of　the　Memorial；　if　it　were　completed；　where　he　thought　it
  was　to　go；　or　what　he　thought　it　was　to　do；　he　knew　n