David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 32 Page 45

children, p’raps, — and bide the time when all of us shall be alike in quality afore our God!’

The rugged eloquence with which he spoke, was not devoid of all effect.

She still preserved her proud manner, but there was a touch of softness in her voice, as she answered:

‘I justify nothing. I make no counter-accusations. But I am sorry to repeat, it is impossible. Such a marriage would irretrievably blight my son’s career, and ruin his prospects. Nothing is more certain than that it never can take place, and never will. If there is any other compensation — ’

‘I am looking at the likeness of the face,’ interrupted Mr. Peggotty, with a steady but a kindling eye,