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My
aunt
was
restless
,
too
,
for
I
frequently
heard
her
walking
to
and
fro
.
Two
or
,
three
times
in
the
course
of
the
night
,
attired
in
a
long
flannel
wrapper
in
which
she
looked
seven
feet
high
,
she
appeared
,
like
a
disturbed
ghost
,
in
my
room
,
and
came
to
the
side
of
the
sofa
on
which
I
lay
.
On
the
first
occasion
I
started
up
in
alarm
,
to
learn
that
she
inferred
from
a
particular
light
in
the
sky
,
that
Westminster
Abbey
was
on
fire
;
and
to
be
consulted
in
reference
to
the
probability
of
its
igniting
Buckingham
Street
,
in
case
the
wind
changed
.
Lying
still
,
after
that
,
I
found
that
she
sat
down
near
me
,
whispering
to
herself
‘
Poor
boy
!
’
And
then
it
made
me
twenty
times
more
wretched
,
to
know
how
unselfishly
mindful
she
was
of
me
,
and
how
selfishly
mindful
I
was
of
myself
.
It
was
difficult
to
believe
that
a
night
so
long
to
me
,
could
be
short
to
anybody
else
.
This
consideration
set
me
thinking
and
thinking
of
an
imaginary
party
where
people
were
dancing
the
hours
away
,
until
that
became
a
dream
too
,
and
I
heard
the
music
incessantly
playing
one
tune
,
and
saw
Dora
incessantly
dancing
one
dance
,
without
taking
the
least
notice
of
me
.
The
man
who
had
been
playing
the
harp
all
night
,
was
trying
in
vain
to
cover
it
with
an
ordinary
-
sized
nightcap
,
when
I
awoke
;
or
I
should
rather
say
,
when
I
left
off
trying
to
go
to
sleep
,
and
saw
the
sun
shining
in
through
the
window
at
last
.
There
was
an
old
Roman
bath
in
those
days
at
the
bottom
of
one
of
the
streets
out
of
the
Strand
—
it
may
be
there
still
—
in
which
I
have
had
many
a
cold
plunge
.
Dressing
myself
as
quietly
as
I
could
,
and
leaving
Peggotty
to
look
after
my
aunt
,
I
tumbled
head
foremost
into
it
,
and
then
went
for
a
walk
to
Hampstead
.
I
had
a
hope
that
this
brisk
treatment
might
freshen
my
wits
a
little
;
and
I
think
it
did
them
good
,
for
I
soon
came
to
the
conclusion
that
the
first
step
I
ought
to
take
was
,
to
try
if
my
articles
could
be
cancelled
and
the
premium
recovered
.
I
got
some
breakfast
on
the
Heath
,
and
walked
back
to
Doctors
’
Commons
,
along
the
watered
roads
and
through
a
pleasant
smell
of
summer
flowers
,
growing
in
gardens
and
carried
into
town
on
hucksters
’
heads
,
intent
on
this
first
effort
to
meet
our
altered
circumstances
.
I
arrived
at
the
office
so
soon
,
after
all
,
that
I
had
half
an
hour
’
s
loitering
about
the
Commons
,
before
old
Tiffey
,
who
was
always
first
,
appeared
with
his
key
.
Then
I
sat
down
in
my
shady
corner
,
looking
up
at
the
sunlight
on
the
opposite
chimney
-
pots
,
and
thinking
about
Dora
;
until
Mr
.
Spenlow
came
in
,
crisp
and
curly
.
‘
How
are
you
,
Copperfield
?
’
said
he
.
‘
Fine
morning
!
’
‘
Beautiful
morning
,
sir
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Could
I
say
a
word
to
you
before
you
go
into
Court
?
’
‘
By
all
means
,
’
said
he
.
‘
Come
into
my
room
.
’
I
followed
him
into
his
room
,
and
he
began
putting
on
his
gown
,
and
touching
himself
up
before
a
little
glass
he
had
,
hanging
inside
a
closet
door
.
