David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 46 Page 33

Maybe the first shock was too rough, and in the wildness of her art — ! That there blue water as she used to speak on. Could she have thowt o’ that so many year, because it was to be her grave!’

He said this, musing, in a low, frightened voice; and walked across the little room.

‘And yet,’ he added, ‘Mas’r Davy, I have felt so sure as she was living — I have know’d, awake and sleeping, as it was so trew that I should find her — I have been so led on by it, and held up by it — that I doen’t believe I can have been deceived.

No! Em’ly’s alive!’

He put his hand down firmly on the table, and set his sunburnt face into a resolute expression.