David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 16 Page 67

Penitence, humiliation, shame, pride, love, and trustfulness — I see them all; and in them all, I see that horror of I don’t know what.

My entrance, and my saying what I wanted, roused her. It disturbed the Doctor too, for when I went back to replace the candle I had taken from the table, he was patting her head, in his fatherly way, and saying he was a merciless drone to let her tempt him into reading on; and he would have her go to bed.

But she asked him, in a rapid, urgent manner, to let her stay — to let her feel assured (I heard her murmur some broken words to this effect) that she was in his confidence that night.

And, as she turned again towards him, after glancing at me as I left the room and went out at the door, I saw