David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 51 Page 12

of that blue sea without a tide, upon the shore.

It was her belief, at first, that she was at home upon a Sunday morning; but the vine leaves as she see at the winder, and the hills beyond, warn’t home, and contradicted of her. Then, come in her friend to watch alongside of her bed; and then she know’d as the old boat warn’t round that next pint in the bay no more, but was fur off; and know’d where she was, and why; and broke out a-crying on that good young woman’s bosom, wheer I hope her baby is a-lying now, a-cheering of her with its pretty eyes!’

He could not speak of this good friend of Emily’s without a flow of tears.

It was in vain to try. He broke down again, endeavouring to bless her!