assurance　of　her　lasting　friendship；　and　spoke　to　us；　generally；　as
  became　a　Voice　from　the　Cloister。
  What　an　idle　time　it　was！　What　an　insubstantial；　happy；　foolish
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  time　it　was！
  When　I　measured　Dora’s　finger　for　a　ring　that　was　to　be　made
  of　Forget…me…nots；　and　when　the　jeweller；　to　whom　I　took　the
  measure；　found　me　out；　and　laughed　over　his　order…book；　and
  charged　me　anything　he　liked　for　the　pretty　little　toy；　with　its　blue
  stones—so　associated　in　my　remembrance　with　Dora’s　hand；　that
  yesterday；　when　I　saw　such　another；　by　chance；　on　the　finger　of
  my　own　daughter；　there　was　a　momentary　stirring　in　my　heart；
  like　pain！
  When　I　walked　about；　exalted　with　my　secret；　and　full　of　my
  own　interest；　and　felt　the　dignity　of　loving　Dora；　and　of　being
  beloved；　so　much；　that　if　I　had　walked　the　air；　I　could　not　have
  been　more　above　the　people　not　so　situated；　who　were　creeping　on
  the　earth！
  When　we　had　those　meetings　in　the　garden　of　the　square；　and
  sat　within　the　dingy　summer…house；　so　happy；　that　I　love　the
  London　sparrows　to　this　hour；　for　nothing　else；　and　see　the
  plumage　of　the　tropics　in　their　smoky　feathers！　When　we　had　our
  first　great　quarrel　（within　a　week　of　our　betrothal）；　and　when　Dora
  sent　me　back　the　ring；　enclosed　in　a　despairing　cocked…hat　note；
  wherein　she　used　the　terrible　expression　that　‘our　love　had　begun
  in　folly；　and　ended　in　madness！’　which　dreadful　words　occasioned
  me　to　tear　my　hair；　and　cry　that　all　was　over！
  When；　under　cover　of　the　night；　I　flew　to　Miss　Mills；　whom　I
  saw　by　stealth　in　a　back　kitchen　where　there　was　a　mangle；　and
  implored　Miss　Mills　to　interpose　between　us　and　avert　insanity。
  When　Miss　Mills　undertook　the　office　and　returned　with　Dora；
  exhorting　us；　from　the　pulpit　of　her　own　bitter　youth；　to　mutual
  concession；　and　the　avoidance　of　the　Desert　of　Sahara！
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  When　we　cried；　and　made　it　up；　and　were　so　blest　again；　that
  the　back　kitchen；　mangle　and　all；　changed　to　Love’s　own　temple；
  where　we　arranged　a　plan　of　correspondence　through　Miss　Mills；
  always　to　comprehend　at　least　one　letter　on　each　side　every　day！
  What　an　idle　time！　What　an　insubstantial；　happy；　foolish　time！
  Of　all　the　times　of　mine　that　Time　has　in　his　grip；　there　is　none
  that　in　one　retrospect　I　can　smile　at　half　so　much；　and　think　of　half
  so　tenderly。
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  MY　AUNT　ASTONISHES　ME
  Iwrote　to　Agnes　as　soon　as　Dora　and　I　were　engaged。　I　wrote
  her　a　long　letter；　in　which　I　tried　to　make　her　comprehend
  how　blest　I　was；　and　what　a　darling　Dora　was。　I　entreated
  Agnes　not　to　regard　this　as　a　thoughtless　passion　which　could　ever
  yield　to　any　other；　or　had　the　least　resemblance　to　the　boyish
  fancies　that　we　used　to　joke　about。　I　assured　her　that　its
  profundity　was　quite　unfathomable；　and　expressed　my　belief　that
  nothing　like　it　had　ever　been　known。
  Somehow；　as　I　wrote　to　Agnes　on　a　fine　evening　by　my　open
  window；　and　the　remembrance　of　her　clear　calm　eyes　and　gentle
  face　came　stealing　over　me；　it　shed　such　a　peaceful　influence　upon
  the　hurry　and　agitation　in　which　I　had　been　living　lately；　and　of
  which　my　very　happiness　partook　in　some　degree；　that　it　soothed
  me　into　tears。　I　remember　that　I　sat　resting　my　head　upon　my
  hand；　when　the　letter　was　half　done；　cherishing　a　general　fancy　as
  if　Agnes　were　one　of　the　elements　of　my　natural　home。　As　if；　in　the
  retirement　of　the　house　made　almost　sacred　to　me　by　her
  presence；　Dora　and　I　must　be　happier　than　anywhere。　As　if；　in
  love；　joy；　sorrow；　hope；　or　disappointment；　in　all　emotions；　my
  heart　turned　naturally　there；　and　found　its　refuge　and　best　friend。
  Of　Steerforth　I　said　nothing。　I　only　told　her　there　had　been　sad
  grief　at　Yarmouth；　on　account　of　Emily’s　flight；　and　that　on　me　it
  made　a　double　wound；　by　reason　of　the　circumstances　attending
  it。　I　knew　how　quick　she　always　was　to　divine　the　truth；　and　that
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  she　would　never　be　the　first　to　breathe　his　name。
  To　this　letter；　I　received　an　answer　by　return　of　post。　As　I　read
  it；　I　seemed　to　hear　Agnes　speaking　to　me。　It　was　like　her　cordial
  voice　in　my　ears。　What　can　I　say　more！
  While　I　had　been　away　from　home　lately；　Traddles　had　called
  twice　or　thrice。　Finding　Peggotty　within；　and　being　informed　by
  Peggotty　（who　always　volunteered　that　information　to
  whomsoever　would　receive　it）；　that　she　was　my　old　nurse；　he　had
  established　a　good…humoured　acquaintance　with　her；　and　had
  stayed　to　have　a　little　chat　with　her　about　me。　So　Peggotty　said；
  but　I　am　afraid　the　chat　was　all　on　her　own　side；　and　of
  immoderate　length；　as　she　was　very　difficult　indeed　to　stop；　God
  bless　her！　when　she　had　me　for　her　theme。
  This　reminds　me；　not　only　that　I　expected　Traddles　on　a　certain
  afternoon　of　his　own　appointing；　which　was　now　come；　but　that
  Mrs。　Crupp　had　resigned　everything　appertaining　to　her　office
  （the　salary　excepted）　until　Peggotty　should　cease　to　present
  herself。　Mrs。　Crupp；　after　holding　divers　conversations　respecting
  Peggotty；　in　a　very　high…pitched　voice；　on　the　staircase—with
  some　invisible　Familiar　it　would　appear；　for　corporeally　speaking
  she　was　quite　alone　at　those　times—addressed　a　letter　to　me；
  developing　her　views。　Beginning　it　with　that　statement　of
  universal　application；　which　fitted　every　occurrence　of　her　life；
  namely；　that　she　was　a　mother　herself；　she　went　on　to　inform　me
  that　she　had　once　seen　very　different　days；　but　that　at　all　periods
  of　her　existence　she　had　had　a　constitutional　objection　to　spies；
  intruders；　and　informers。　She　named　no　names；　she　said；　let　them
  the　cap　fitted；　wear　it；　but　spies；　intruders；　and　informers；
  especially　in　widders’　weeds　（this　clause　was　underlined）；　she　had
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  ever　accustomed　herself　to　look　down　upon。　If　a　gentleman　was
  the　victim　of　spies；　intruders；　and　informers　（but　still　naming　no
  names）；　that　was　his　own　pleasure。　He　had　a　right　to　please
  himself；　so　let　him　do。　All　that　she；　Mrs。　Crupp；　stipulated　for；
  was；　that　she　should　not　be　‘brought　in　contract’　with　such
  persons。　Therefore　she　begged　to　be　excused　from　any　further
  attendance　on　the　top　set；　until　things　were　as　they　formerly　was；
  and　as　they　could　be　wished　to　be；　and　further　mentioned　that　her
  little　book　would　be　found　upon　the　breakfast…table　every
  Saturday　morning；　when　she　requested　an　immediate　settlement
  of　the　same；　with　the　benevolent　view　of　saving　trouble　‘and　an　illconwenience’　to　all　parties。
  After　this；　Mrs。　Crupp　confined　herself　to　making　pitfalls　on　the
  stairs；　principally　with　pitchers；　and　endeavouring　to　delude
  Peggotty　into　breaking　her　legs。　I　found　it　rather　harassing　to　live
  in　this　state　of　siege；　but　was　too　much　afraid　of　Mrs。　Crupp　to　see
  any　way　out　of　it。
  ‘My　dear　Copperfield；’　cried　Traddles；　punctually　appearing　at
  my　door；　in　spite　of　all　these　obstacles；　‘how　do　you　do？’
  ‘My　dear　Traddles；’　said　I；　‘I　am　delighted　to　see　you　at　last；　and
  very　sorry　I　have　not　been　at　home　before。　But　I　have　been　so
  much　engaged—’
  ‘Yes；　yes；　I　know；’　said　Traddles；　‘of　course。　Yours　lives　in
  London；　I　think。’
  ‘What　did　you　say？’
  ‘She—excuse　me—Miss　D。；　you　know；’　said　Traddles；　colouring
  in　his　great　delicacy；　‘lives　in　London；　I　believe？’
  ‘Oh　yes。　Near　London。’
  ‘Mine；　perhaps　you　recollect；’　said　Traddles；　with　a　serious　look；
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  ‘lives　down　in　Devonshire—one　of　ten。　Consequently；　I　am　not　so
  much　engaged　as　you—in　that　sense。’
  ‘I　wonder　you　can　bear；’　I　returned；　‘to　see　her　so　seldom。’
  ‘Hah！’　said　Traddles；　thoughtfully。　‘It　does　seem　a　wonder。
  suppose　it　is；　Copperfield；　because　there　is　no　help　for　it？’
  ‘I　suppose　so；’　I　replied　with　a　smile；　and　not　without　a　blush。
  ‘And　because　you　have　so　much　constancy　and　patience；
  Traddles。’
  ‘Dear　me！’　said　Traddles；　considering　about　it；　‘do　I　strike　you
  in　that　way；　Copperfield？　Really　I　didn’t　know　that　I　had。　But　she
  is　such　an　extraordinarily　dear　girl　herself；　that　it’s　possible　she
  may　have　imparted　something　of　those　virtues　to　me。　Now　you
  mention　it；　Copperfield；　I　shouldn’t　wonder　at　all。　I　assure　you　she
  is　always　forgetting　herself；　and　taking　care　of　the　other　nine。’
  ‘Is　she　the　eldest？’　I　inquired。
  ‘Oh　dear；　no；’　said　Traddles。　‘The　eldest　is　a　Beauty。’
  He　saw；　I　suppose；　that　I　could　not　help　smiling　at　the　simplicity
  of　this　reply；　and　added；　with　a　smile　upon　his　own　ingenuous
  face：
  ‘Not；　of　course；　but　that　my　Sophy—pretty　name；　Copperfield；　I
  always　think？’
  ‘Very　pretty！’　said　I。
  ‘Not；　of　course；　but　that　Sophy　is　beautiful　too　in　my　eyes；　and
  would　be　one　of　the　dearest　girls　that　ever　was；　in　anybody’s　eyes
  （I　should　think）。　But　when　I　say　the　eldest　is　a　Beauty；　I　mean　she