David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 54 Page 23

No more.’

‘I am happy to hear you say so,’ answered Agnes, steadily, ‘for it gives me hope, almost assurance, that we think alike. Dear Mr. Traddles and dear Trotwood, papa once free with honour, what could I wish for! I have always aspired, if I could have released him from the toils in which he was held, to render back some little portion of the love and care I owe him, and to devote my life to him. It has been, for years, the utmost height of my hopes.

To take our future on myself, will be the next great happiness — the next to his release from all trust and responsibility — that I can know.’

‘Have you thought how, Agnes?’

‘Often! I am not afraid, dear