David Copperfield

Chapter 107 Mr. Peggotty's Dream Comes True

Chapter 50 Mr Peggotty's Dreams Come True

It had been many months since we last spoke with Martha on the embankment.Since then, I haven't seen her.But her correspondence with Mr. Peggotty, her enthusiastic co-operation was fruitless, and I cannot conclude from Mr. Peggotty's statement that we have for the time being given any clue as to Emily's fate. I started to lose hope of her return, and I became more and more convinced that she was no longer alive.

Mr. Peggotty's conviction remained the same,--I am sure I knew his true heart well--his belief that he would find Emily never wavered, and his patience was so great. Enduring, inexhaustible, though it grieves me to think of his pain when his convictions should be shattered, there is something religious, something so emotional about his convictions.This is rooted in the deepest part of his good nature, which makes my respect and admiration for him more and more day by day.

He was not a man who dreamed negatively and did nothing.He has always been a strong man of action.He also understands that if he needs support from others, he should do his own part in a down-to-earth manner and help himself first.I know that he once walked up to Yarmouth at night on suspicion that the candles in the windows of the old boat house were not there Miles.All his travels have been so hard, and the money he has been working so hard to earn is reserved for Emily when he finds her. During such a long search, he never complained or listened He said he lost confidence.

Dora had been visiting him now and then since I married Dora, and he was very fond of her.

He told me one evening that he had seen Martha waiting for him around his flat the night before, and that Martha begged him, whatever happened, not to leave London until they met again.

"Did she say why?" I asked.

"I asked her, Young Master Wei," he replied, "but she never talked much. I promised her, and she left."

"Did she say when you'd see her again?" I asked.

"No, Young Master Wei." He rubbed his face thoughtfully and replied, "I asked her that too, but she said she couldn't say that."

One evening two weeks later, I was walking alone in the garden.At this time, I saw a plainly dressed figure.

"Martha!"

"Could you come with me?" she said in a low voice with excitement. "I've been to his house, but he's not here. I have something to tell you."

I stepped out of the gate at once.After that, we got into a carriage.

She said to the coachman, "Go anywhere near the Golden Square, and be quick!"

I looked at her, trying to figure out from her what was going on.But she wished to be silent, and so I kept it.

We got out of the car at the destination she had said, and Martha urged me down a dark street, one of many in the area, where the houses that used to be nice places to live alone had been reduced to disrespect. The rooms are rented out in poor dormitories.We entered one of these houses with an open door, and I followed her up a common staircase.

We got to the top floor of the house, and several times on the stairs I thought I saw the edge of a woman's skirt brush past us and go up in that dim light.When going up the last flight of stairs, the man went in first.

Martha cried out in a low voice: "How did she come into my room, but I don't know her before!"

I was surprised to find that she was Miss Dartle.

I explained to her, when suddenly I heard her moving in the room,

"I don't care whether she's home or not," said Miss Rosa Dartle. "I don't know her. I came to see you!"

"Me?" a voice continued.

It's Emily's voice!

"Yes," said Miss Dartle, "I've come to see you. What? Aren't you ashamed of all the bad things you've done?

"James Steerforth's sweetheart, I've come to see you," she said, "the woman who eloped with him and became the talk of the lowlifes of this place, the brave man of Steerforth's kind." Self-satisfied companion. I want to see this thing!"

There was only a rustling sound, and the unfortunate girl, who seemed to have been humiliated, ran towards the door, but was stopped, and there was a silence.

"Don't move!" she said, "or I'll shout about you to the whole house and the street! If you try to run from me, I'll stop you, I'll catch you by the hair and I can throw stones at you!"

I don't know what to do.Only Mr. Peggotty is qualified to help her, and is there no time for him to come? I thought impatiently.

"Well!" said Rosa Dartle, "I see you at last. He's a poor wretch bewitched by that false chastity, that bowed head!"

"Forgive me!" cried Emily. "Whoever you are, if you know my poor story, if you need to be forgiven, please forgive me!"

"If I need to be forgiven!" the other said aggressively, "what do you think we have in common?"

"There is nothing but our sex," said Emily.

Rosa Tedal said: "Gender? You are a disgrace among women!"

"I deserve it," said Emily, "but it's terrible! My dear lady, think of my sufferings and my fall! Come back, Martha!"

"Listen to me!" she said. "Leave your art of deceit to those who are easily deceived by you! Don't try to move me with your tears."

"Be kind!" cried Emily, "or I'm going mad!"

"What's that compared to what you've done," said Rosa Duttle, "do you think about the family you've broken?"

"Oh, I don't think about it all the time!" cried Emily, "and it's not in my sight for a minute! That home! Dear uncle, if you knew that your love gave me when I fell Even if you love me again, you will not give me your love so consistently. You must be angry with me once in your life, so that I can get a little comfort! I can't live in this world I get a little consolation because everyone loves me so much!"

"Your home! You think I'll take care of your home! You think you'll give it irreparable damage? Your home! You're part of your family business."

"Don't say that!" cried Emily; "you may say what you will about me, but don't lay that undue disgrace on the worthy! If you don't pity me, honor them too, you She is a lady of every family!"

"What I'm talking about," said she, "is their home—where I live now. You were the cause of that lady's quarrel with her son. To stir a family's grief is a You are not even worthy of being a cook in this family! But you have torn this family apart, you piece of shit, you picked it up from the sea, played with it for a while, and then threw it back where it was!"

"No!" said Emily, "when we first met I was as virtuous as you or any other good lady, and was about to marry you or any other good lady that a good lady could marry, if If you live in his house, or know him, you can probably understand how attractive he is to a weak and vain woman. I don't want to defend myself, but I know it very well, and he knows it very well, but he He used all means to deceive me, so I believed him and fell in love with him!"

"You love him? You?" she said with clenched fists.

Emily made no answer.

"With your disgraceful mouth," she said, "tell me this? Why don't they flog these things! If I could give orders, I would have them kill the girl."

"I came here on a special trip," she said, "to see what kind of thing you really are, and now I have achieved my goal. You should go to your home as soon as possible, to those who are waiting for you, and can use your Among those whose money goes to comfort, the past is past and you can trust and love again, I thought you were a broken toy! A worthless brass thrown away. But since you thought you were a piece Pure gold, a lady of great family, an innocent person who has been wronged, and a pure heart loyal to love - it looks like this, it fits the story you told!

"Hide it!" she continued. "Whether it's at home or somewhere else, as long as it's where people can't find it, it's best to die quietly."

"Perhaps I have a strange character," went on Rosa Dartle, "but I can't breathe in the same place as you, and I don't think the air is clean. I'm going to clear it up and clean you out. If If you don't leave here tomorrow, I'm going to publish your story and your identity in the middle of the house. If you leave here, under a false identity (I welcome you to keep your original identity,), hiding in any place in this city Once you let me know, I will do the same, but I have the support of the man who proposed to you, and I am very sure of this point."

"Ah, ah!" cried Emily in despair, in a tone which in our ears would touch any hard-hearted soul, "what shall I do?"

"What is to be done?" said the other, "live the rest of your life in memory! Dedicate your life to the memory of James Steerforth's love. He wants you to be his page's wife, Right? Otherwise, if those memories, your knowledge of your own character, don't support you, then marry that good man and let him yield! Or, go to hell! Escape to heaven!"

Thank God.His footsteps were heard downstairs.

"But remember!" she said as she opened the door and went out, "I have made up my mind, for all my reasons, and for my hatred, that if I find you, I will drive you out."

He brushes past her and he rushes into the house!

"uncle!"

She fainted, and he watched her face, kissing her lovingly.

"Master Wei," he said, "thank God, my dream has come true! He has directed me to my darling, as he wished!"

As he spoke, he carried her down the stairs.

(End of this chapter)