David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 56 Page 1

No need, O Steerforth, to have said, when we last spoke together, in that hour which I so little deemed to be our parting-hour — no need to have said, ‘Think of me at my best!’ I had done that ever; and could I change now, looking on this sight!

They brought a hand-bier, and laid him on it, and covered him with a flag, and took him up and bore him on towards the houses. All the men who carried him had known him, and gone sailing with him, and seen him merry and bold.

They carried him through the wild roar, a hush in the midst of all the tumult; and took him to the cottage where Death was already.

But when they set the bier down on the threshold, they looked at one another, and at me, and whispered. I knew why.