David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 51 Page 48

afeerd I couldn’t hardly bear as she should be told I done that. But if you, being so full of learning, Mas’r Davy, could think of anything to say as might bring her to believe I wasn’t greatly hurt: still loving of her, and mourning for her: anything as might bring her to believe as I was not tired of my life, and yet was hoping fur to see her without blame, wheer the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest — anything as would ease her sorrowful mind, and yet not make her think as I could ever marry, or as ‘twas possible that anyone could ever be to me what she was — I should ask of you to say that — with my prayers for her — that was so dear.’

I pressed his manly hand again, and told him I would charge myself to do this as well as I could.