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‘
He
was
a
fine
-
looking
man
when
I
married
him
,
Trot
—
and
he
was
sadly
changed
!
’
It
did
not
last
long
.
After
the
relief
of
tears
,
she
soon
became
composed
,
and
even
cheerful
.
Her
nerves
were
a
little
shaken
,
she
said
,
or
she
would
not
have
given
way
to
it
.
God
forgive
us
all
!
So
we
rode
back
to
her
little
cottage
at
Highgate
,
where
we
found
the
following
short
note
,
which
had
arrived
by
that
morning
’
s
post
from
Mr
.
Micawber
:
‘
Canterbury
,
‘
Friday
‘
My
dear
Madam
,
and
Copperfield
,
‘
The
fair
land
of
promise
lately
looming
on
the
horizon
is
again
enveloped
in
impenetrable
mists
,
and
for
ever
withdrawn
from
the
eyes
of
a
drifting
wretch
whose
Doom
is
sealed
!
‘
Another
writ
has
been
issued
(
in
His
Majesty
’
s
High
Court
of
King
’
s
Bench
at
Westminster
)
,
in
another
cause
of
HEEP
V
.
MICAWBER
,
and
the
defendant
in
that
cause
is
the
prey
of
the
sheriff
having
legal
jurisdiction
in
this
bailiwick
.
‘
Now
’
s
the
day
,
and
now
’
s
the
hour
,
See
the
front
of
battle
lower
,
