David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 51 Page 15

done, is laid up wheer neither moth or rust doth corrupt, and wheer thieves do not break through nor steal.

Mas’r Davy, it’ll outlast all the treasure in the wureld.

‘Em’ly got to France, and took service to wait on travelling ladies at a inn in the port. Theer, theer come, one day, that snake. — Let him never come nigh me. I doen’t know what hurt I might do him! — Soon as she see him, without him seeing her, all her fear and wildness returned upon her, and she fled afore the very breath he draw’d.

She come to England, and was set ashore at Dover.

‘I doen’t know,’ said Mr. Peggotty, ‘for sure, when her ‘art begun to fail her; but all the way to England she had thowt to come to her dear home. Soon as she got to England she turned her face tow’rds