David Copperfield

Chapter 108 Embarking on a Longer Journey (1)
Chapter 51 Going Longer (1)
The next morning Mr. Peggotty came while I was walking in the garden with my aunt, to whom I was telling what had happened the night before.She didn't say a word, but stepped forward with a sincere look, and took his hand.There was more emotion in this gesture than any word she could have said, and Mr Peggotty understood her perfectly.

"I'm going in, Trol," said my aunt. "I'm going to take care of little flower."

"It's not because I'm here?" asked Mr Peggotty.

My aunt replied, "It's not convenient for me to be here."

Mr. Peggotty said: "It will be a great favor to me if you don't find me troublesome, and will listen patiently!"

"Really?" replied my aunt, "then I must hear it!"

"Last night I took my dear child. She did not recognize me for hours when I went home to the home I had long ago prepared for her, but when she did , she fell on her knees as if praying, and told me all that had happened. Truly, when I heard her voice, it was as delightful as it used to be at home—and seeing her So humbled—I was grateful to God, and felt extremely bitter at the same time.

"Now that I got her back, my bitterness didn't last long. I really don't understand why I'm bringing this up now, didn't intend to say anything about myself a minute ago, but it It came so suddenly that I gave in without knowing it."

"Your sacrifice," said my aunt, "will soon be repaid."

The shadow of the leaves swayed on his face, and he thanked her for her approval.

"My Emily," he cried angrily, "she was locked up in a house by that snake, as you know, Master Wyatt. May God punish him! She escaped from there at night. It was a black In the dark night, with stars shining in the sky, she ran dizzily along the beach, thinking that the old boat was parked there, no matter how far she ran, she always saw the fire in her eyes and heard the screams in her ears All of a sudden, she thought, at daybreak, she was lying under a rock by the sea, and a woman was asking her in the language of that place, 'How did you get into this way?'

"When Emily saw the woman, she recognized her as one of the people she used to talk to on the beach. The woman was a young lady who was expecting a child, and if my prayers would Reaching God, may this little child become her lifelong happiness and comfort! May this child take care of her from beginning to end.”

"Amen!" said my aunt.

"When Emily used to talk to the children," said Mr. Peggotty, "this woman, because she was a little shy and not very gregarious, sat at a distance from the first, spinning, or doing that but Emily saw her anyway, and went over to talk to her, and the two of them soon became good friends, and they grew closer, and she always gave Emily flowers when she went there Emily told her what had happened and she took Emily home.

"Her house is small," he went on, "but she took Emily in,--her husband was away--and she kept it a secret, and let her neighbors do it for her, Emily. Had a fever, but I wondered that she had forgotten the dialect of that place and could only speak her own, and no one there could understand her. She said she seemed to be dreaming, and she was lying there , speaking in her own dialect, she always thought that the old boat lay in the bay nearby, so she begged them to send someone there, saying that she was dying, and let them bring back a letter to forgive her. She always seemed to feel that my man was waiting for her under the window. The man often came into the house. She begged the woman not to leave her. There were sparks in her eyes and noises in her ears. How long this situation lasted, I can't tell, and then she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she changed from a state that was many times stronger than herself to a particularly vulnerable state.

"When she woke up again, she didn't know where she was, so she fell on that good woman and cried bitterly."

He cried again when he wanted to bless her!

"It did my Emily good, and she recovered slowly. But as she had lost all the dialect of the place, she was compelled to sign, and so she went on, getting better and better, She began to want to learn the names of common things. But one night at the window she saw a little girl on the beach playing a game. The child said to her, 'Daughter of the fisherman, here is A clamshell!'... They always called her 'the pretty lady' at first, according to the local custom, and Emily suddenly understood the child.

"When Emily recovered her health again, she intended to go back to her own place. The woman's husband came home by this time. So they sent her to France. Master Wei, their merits are better than all the riches in the world. Even more priceless!

"To France Emily's hotel on the harbour, as a traveling lady. One day the viper went too,--May he never let me see him, or how I will torture him!-- Before he could see her, terror and bewilderment came over her, and she fled in haste. She disembarked from the Buddha and came to England.

"I really don't understand," said Mr. Peggotty, "when she became so timid, but on the way to England all she wanted was to see her home, but she was afraid of being unforgiven and being punished." Other people's comments, fear that some of us will die because of her, fear of many things. Therefore, she dare not come back. 'Uncle,' she said to me, 'I think the most fearful thing among them is that I am not worthy to be the most important thing in my heart. Something to do. I look forward to climbing up to that old step, kissing him, and dying there.'

"She came to London alone. She had no money, and she was so young and beautiful. As soon as she came to this strange city, she met a dignified woman who talked to her about her habit of sewing, talking about Find a job for her, talk about secretly investigating the situation of me and all my family members the next day. When she came to the edge of a cliff that I can't describe or imagine, the loyal Martha saved her!"

I couldn't help but let out a cry of joy.

"Master Wei! Thank you for being the first to mention her to me! She is loyal, because of her own painful experience, she knows where to wait and what to do. She succeeded, God! She hurried to find Emily, who was sleeping, she said, 'Get out of this place worse than the grave.' She said to Emily, she learned that I love her and forgive her, she got rid of those people and put her in peace Steadily brought out that ghost place!

"She served Emily, and the next night, Emily lay there wearily, talking nonsense, and she went to me, and then to you, Master Wei, she didn't let Emily know, she came out What are you doing? I'm afraid she will hide out of fear. I don't quite know how that cruel woman found out where she lives.

"We passed the evening together," said Mr. Peggotty, "Emily and I, as far as the length of time was concerned, and she didn't say much when she was weeping, and I didn't look much in her face. But , all night long, she put her arms around me, and we both knew full well that we would trust each other."

We were all silent, our thoughts stopped in our memories.My aunt wiped her tears, sobbed and trembled, calling herself a fool.Finally I speak.

"As to your future plans," I said to Mr. Peggotty, "have you thought them over? I hardly need to ask you."

"I've thought it over, Master Wei," he replied, "and I've let Emily know that there are some nice places overseas, far, far from here."

"They are going to settle overseas together, Auntie," I said.

"Yes!" said Mr. Peggotty, smiling hopefully. "In Australia, no one can talk about my darling. We are about to start a new way."

I asked him if he thought about when to leave.

He replied: "I guess in six weeks or two months, there is a ship going to go. We will take this ship."

"Did no one else go with you?" I asked.

"Master Wei!" he replied, "My sister, she cares about you and your family very much, and she is only used to life in her own country. It is not suitable for her to go. Besides, don't forget, she has to serve someone else , Master Wei."

"Poor Ham!" I said.

"My good sister runs his house, and he's very close to her, and if there's anything he can't tell others, he tells her. Deprived!"

"Where's Mrs. Gummidge?" I asked.

"As for Mrs. Gummidge," said Mr. Peggotty, "I have thought long and hard that Mrs. Gummidge is not very pleasant when she thinks of the old man. There are no strangers here, so I may as well say, When Mrs. Gummidge was crying, people who don't know the old man will definitely think she has a bad temper, but I really know the old man, what a good person he is."

My aunt and I both agree.

"Therefore," said Mr. Peggotty, "my sister would--I only mean she might--feel that Mrs. Gummidge gives her some trouble sometimes, and so I don't want Mrs. Gummidge to stay with them long, I want to find her a place where she can manage her own home. Give her a living allowance before I go, and let her live comfortably. As a good mother, she is so lonely, I sure can't expect her to go by boat. The strange forest and wild land lead a wandering life, so I still want to place her like this."

He will not forget anyone, he will think of everyone's interests, but not his own.

"Before we go, Emily," he went on, "will stay with me. The poor child, she is in great need of rest! She will arrange the necessary clothes. I hope, when she finds When she is beside her uncle again, she can gradually forget her sadness."

My aunt nodded her approval of his idea, and expressed her special satisfaction in Mr. Peggotty.

"One more thing, Master Wei." He took out the small paper bag I had seen before, put it on the table and opened it. "Here's the money--fifty pounds ten shillings. Plus what she spent, can you do the math for me?"

I do the calculations.

"Thank you, sir," he said, taking back the paper, "this sum of money, sir, if you agree, I will put it in an envelope and write to him and his mother before I leave. , I will simply tell him what is the repayment. Also tell him that the money can no longer be refunded to me because I am away."

I believe this is true.

"I said there was one more thing," said he, "but there are two more. I don't know if I can tell Ham this lucky thing. So I wrote a letter to Ham on my way out. , and told them all about it. And I'm going there tomorrow to do a little bit of what I want to do."

"Do you want me to go with you?" I asked.

(End of this chapter)