David Copperfield

Chapter 128 Final Review
Chapter 64 Final Review

My biography would also come to an end.Let me review one last time.

I see myself, traveling with Agnes on the road of life.All around us are children and friends.I also heard many voices who cared about me from time to time during my journey.

Out of the crowd that was flying by, the faces below are the ones I know best!

The first is my aunt. She is already over 80 years old, but she still has a straight back and can walk six miles in one breath in winter, while her feet are steady.

Peggotty was always with my aunt, my kind old nurse, who used to do her needlework near the light at night.She always had candle stubs, a yardstick, and a craft box with her.

Peggotty's rosy cheeks and strong arms shrank at this time too.Her eyes have also become much darker now, but they are still shining brightly, but her rough fingers have not changed at all.My aunt fulfilled her years of disappointment by being godmother to a bouncing Bessie Trowood.Dora (my second daughter), say, my aunt spoiled her.

Peggotty had the book on crocodiles in his pocket.It was worn out, and some of the pages had been torn and mended.But Peggotty flaunted it to the children as a souvenir.

I was among my boys this summer and was ecstatic to see an old man looking at the sky while the kite was flying.He greeted me cheerfully, and said in a low voice: "I have a word, Trowood, which will please you. I have nothing else to do now. My papers are almost done." .Your aunt is the most wonderful woman in the world, brother!"

Who is this stooped old lady? She leans on a cane, but her face bears traces of the beauty of the past. struggle.Beside her in the garden stood a thin, dark, gaunt woman with a scar on her lip.

"Rosa, I can't remember who this gentleman is!"

Rosa called to her: "Mr. Copperfield."

"Nice to see you, sir. I am sorry to see you in mourning. I hope time will lessen your sorrow."

Her ill-tempered squire reprimanded her for not being in mourning.

"Have you seen my son, sir?" said the older woman. "Have you reconciled?"

She looked at me dumbfounded and moaned.Suddenly, she cried out in terror: "Come here, Rosa. He's dead!" Rosa knelt before her, comforting her, arguing with her, and sometimes telling her harshly, "" I've never loved him more than you!" He held her in his arms like a sick child and patted her to sleep.That's how I left them.

Julia Mills returned from India and married a rich Scottish man.But now Julia no longer keeps a diary, and no longer sings "Love's Elegy."She just kept quarreling with that old rich Scottish man.Julia had a lot of money up her throat.I like her better in the Sahara.

Perhaps this is the Sahara! For although Julia has a magnificent house, respectable guests, and sumptuous banquets every day, I can't see any green plants around her.

Our eternal good friend Dr., he is still working hard to compile his "dictionary", is also enjoying family life, gets along well with his wife, and the "veteran" who has lost a lot of prestige is not as powerful as before. !

Farther on, I saw my dear old Traddles.He looks quite busy, working in the law firm, his hair, piles of papers spread out on his desk.I said:

"If Sophie were your secretary, Traddles, she'd have plenty to do!"

"Yes, my dear Copperfield! But it's a pleasant time at this House, don't you think?"

said Traddles: "If once I were a judge--"

"You know, you'll make it someday."

"Well, my dear Copperfield, when I am a judge, I will tell the story as I have stated before!"

We walked out shoulder to shoulder.As it's Sophie's birthday, I'm going to a family dinner with Traddles.Along the way Traddles told me of the happiness he had enjoyed.

"My dear Copperfield, I have done what my heart most desires to do. The Reverend Haylace has received an annuity of £450. His two sons have been well educated and have become steady Scholar and well-meaning man. Three of his daughters are happily married, and three live with us. The remaining three, since Mrs. Kruller's death, have taken care of the Reverend Harace's house, and they are all very happy."

"Except—" I motioned.

"Except that pretty girl!" said Traddles. "Yes, it was her misfortune to marry such a rascal. But we have freed her from that rascal, and we shall make her happy again."

The Traddles house was a large one.However, he and Sophie huddled together in the upper room.And leave the best bedrooms for the beauties and the girls.There is no room left in the house, there is a beautiful woman who lives here, and now she is a widow with a little girl.Here at Sophie's birthday dinner, there were three women who brought their husbands, some brothers of one husband, another husband's cousin, and another husband's sister—it seemed that she had the same relationship with that cousin. engaged.Traddles, quite as simple and forthright as ever, sat like a patriarch at the end of the great table.Sophie smiled at him from the head.Between the two was a gleaming cutlery which, of course, was by no means British gold.

Now, as I wrap up my work, repressing my desire to keep writing, those faces slowly fade away.But one face shone on me like a celestial light, and made all other objects clear to me.This face is above all objects, beyond all objects.Only this face will never disappear.

I turned my head, and then I saw the beautiful and peaceful face beside me.The flames of the lights dimmed, and I wrote late into the night.But my darling -- without whom I would not call myself -- she is still by my side.

Oh Agnes, oh Agnes, my soul.I only hope that when my life is really over, your face will still be by my side as it is now.I only wish that when the reality fades away from my eyes like the shadow I let go now, I can still see you beside me, pointing up with your hand!
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