David Copperfield . ot properly born, till flood. Hes a going outwith the tide. Its ebb at half arter three, slack water he lives till it turns, hell hold his own till past the flood, and goout with the next tide. We remained there, watehing him, a long time—hours. What 81 49a DAVID COPPERFIELD. mysterious influence my presence had upon him in that state of hissenses, I shall not pretend to say; but when he at last began towander feebly, it is certain he was muttering about driving me toschool. Hes coming to himself, said Peggotty. Mr. Peggotty touched me, and whispered with mu
David Copperfield . ot properly born, till flood. Hes a going outwith the tide. Its ebb at half arter three, slack water he lives till it turns, hell hold his own till past the flood, and goout with the next tide. We remained there, watehing him, a long time—hours. What 81 49a DAVID COPPERFIELD. mysterious influence my presence had upon him in that state of hissenses, I shall not pretend to say; but when he at last began towander feebly, it is certain he was muttering about driving me toschool. Hes coming to himself, said Peggotty. Mr. Peggotty touched me, and whispered with much awe andreverence, They are both a going out fast. Barkis, my dear ! said Peggotty. C. P. Barkis, he cried faintly. No better woman anywhere! * Look! Heres Master Davy! said Peggotty. For he nowopened his eyes. I was on the point of asking him if he knew me, when he tried tostretch out his arm, and said to me, distinctly, with a pleasantsmile: Barkis is wilhn! And, it being low water, he went out \Nith the L OF THtU*^SV£RSITY OF ILUNn?S CHAPTER XXXI. A GREATER LOSS. It was not difficult for me, on Peggottys solicitation, to resolve tostay where I was, until after the remains of the poor carrier shouHhave made their last journey to Blunderstone. She had long agobought, out of her own savings, a little piece of ground in our oldchurchyard near the grave of her sweet girl, as she always calledmy mother ; and there they were to rest. In keeping Peggotty company, and doing all I could for her(little enough at the utmost), I was as grateful, I rejoice to think, aseven now I could wish myself to have been. But I am afraid Ihad a supreme satisfaction, of a personal and professional nature, intaking charge of Mr. Barkiss will, and expounding its contents. I may claim the merit of having originated the suggestion thatthe will should be looked for in the box. After some search, it wasfound in the box, at the bottom of a horses nose-bag; wherein(besides hay) there was discovere
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