Identifier: davidcopperfield01dicke (find matches)
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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went in, what that peacock would have thought if hehad known what his finery was doomed to come to—fades frombefore me, and I nod, and sleep. The flute becomes inaudible, thewheels of the coach are heard instead, and Lam on my journey.The coach jolts, I wake ^vith a start, and the flute has come backagain, and the Master at Salem House is sitting with his legscrossed, playing it dolefully, while the old woman of the houselooks on dehghted. She fades in her tuni, and he fades, and allfades, and there is no flute, no Master, no Salem House, no DandCoppei^field, no anything but heavy sleep. I dreamed, I thought, that once while he was blowing into thisdismal flute, the old woman of the house, who had gone nearer andnearer to him in her ecstatic admiration, leaned over the back of hischair and gave him an affectionate squeeze round the neck, whichstopped his playing for a moment. I was in the middle statebetween sleepmg and waking, eithor then or immediately afterwards, ..:^:;«(:^^S^^S
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ily unisieal Breakfast Vi\«Mt«5*^ ^, of la*^*^ DAVID COPPERFIELD. Ill for, as he resumed —it was a real fact that he i ad stopped playing—I saw and heaid the same old woman ask Mrs. Fibbitson, if itwasnt delicious (ini.auing t!ie flute), to which Mrs. Fibbitson replied, Ay, ay! Yes! and nodded at the fire : to which, I am persuaded,she gave the credit of the whole performance. When I seemed to have been dozing a long while, the Master atSalem House unscrewed his flute into the three pieces, put them up asbefore, and took me away. We found the coach very near at hand,and got upon the roof; but I was so dead sleepy, that when westopped on the road to take up somebody else, they put me insidewhere there were no passengere, and where I slept profoundly, untilI found the coach going at a footpace up a steep hill among greenleav-es. Presently, it stopped, and had come to its destination. A short walk brought us—I mean the Master and me—^to SalemHouse, which was enclosed ^\•itll

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