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which we drove, that I at once abandoned a latent hope I had had of meeting with some of Mr. Peggottys family there, perhaps even with little Emly herself. The coach was in the yard, shining very much all over, but without any horses to it as yet; and it looked in that state as if nothing was more unlikely than its ever going to London. I was thinking this, and wondering what would ultimately become of my box, which Mr. Barkis had put down on the yard-pavement by the pole (he having driven up the yard to turn his cart), and also what would ultimately become of me, when a lady looked out of a bow-window where some fowls and joints of meat were hanging up, and said Is that the little gentleman from Blunderstone? Yes, Maam, I said. What name? inquired the lady. Copperfield, Maam, I said. That wont do, returned the lady. Nobodys dinner is paid for here, in that name. Is it Murdstone, Maam? I said. If youre Master Murdstone, said the lady, why do you go and give another name first? I explained to the lady how it was, who then rang a bell and called out, William! show the coffee-room! upon which a waiter came running out of a kitchen on the opposite side of the yard to show it, and seemed a good deal surprised when he found he was only to show it to me. It was a large long room with some large maps in it. I doubt if I could have felt much stranger if the maps had been real foreign countries, and I cast away in the middle of them. I felt it was taking a liberty to sit down, with my cap in my hand, on the corner of the chair nearest the door; and when the waiter laid a cloth on purpose for me, and put a set of castors on it, I think I must have turned red all over with modesty. He brought me some chops and vegetables, and took the covers off in such a bouncing manner that I was afraid I must have given him some offence. But he greatly relieved my mind by putting a chair for me at the table, and saying, very affably, Now, six-foot! come on! I thanked him, and took my seat at the board; but found it extremely difficult to handle my knife and fork with anything like dexterity, or to avoid splashing myself with the gravy, while he was standing opposite, staring so hard, and making me blush in the most dreadful manner every time I caught his eye. After watching me into the second chop, he said Theres half a pint of ale for you. Will you have it now? I thanked him and said Yes. Upon which he poured it out of a jug into a large tumbler, and held it up against the light, and made it look beautiful. My eye! he said. It seems a good deal, dont it? It does seem a good deal, I answered, with a smile. For it was quite delightful to me to find him so pleasant. He was a twinkling-eyed, pimple-faced man, with his hair standing upright all over his head; and as he stood with one arm a-kimbo, holding up the glass to the light with the other hand, he looked quite friendly. There was a gentleman here yesterday, he saida stout gentleman, by the name of Topsawyerperhaps you know him? |
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