In David Copperfield, a gentle orphan discovers life and love in an indifferent adult world. David Copperfield lives a nearly idyllic existence with his beautiful mother and their housekeeper Peggotty. His life changes forever when his mother re-marries.📚
Chapter-15 Once I’d waved farewell to the deck full of travellers bound for Australia, everything I had to do in England was done. I packed and left for Europe. I’d though the worst of all my sorrow was behind me but I was wrong. It only began when I left home. Without business or friends, […]
Chapter-14 A letter came to me from Mr Micawber in Canterbury. My old friend loved to write and fancied that he did it well. In fact, he made such a muddle of his meaning that two or three readings were needed to crack the rambling code. After reading his letter, all I knew for certain
Chapter-13 About a year after my wedding to Dora, I passed in front of Mrs Steerforth’s house. As I walked by her front step, I heard a voice call out my name.It was Rosa Dartle, young James’ hammer target. She stepped through the door onto the porch, colourless, thin, and full of superiority. Our meeting
Chapter-12 At last, an answer came from Dora’s two old aunts. I was welcome to visit them and discuss the proposed courtship in person. They specified a day and time, and told me I could bring along a trusted friend. As soon as I accepted their invitation and arranged for Tommy Traddles to accompany me
Chapter-11 My aunt asked me to go to Dover to look after the rental of her home. I thought she knew if I got to Dover I’d go all the way to Canterbury and there see Agnes—a certain cure for worry and depression.I found everything in good condition at the cottage, settled the few details
Chapter-10 I kept on loving Dora. Thinking of her was my refuge when everything was sad or in upset. I wasn’t just crazy about her—I was drowning in love.A week after Daniel had left London, Mr Spenlow told me his daughter was having a birthday and invited me to join them and some other friends
Chapter-9 The next morning I explained to Mr Spenlow that I needed a few days away to visit a dying friend, and left at noon for Yarmouth. I took a room at the hotel because it was late evening when the coach pulled into the village. At ten o’clock I went out for an evening’s
Chapter-8 Days and weeks slipped by. During my probation at Spenlow and Jorkins I found I liked the work, and was apprenticed. To celebrate the occasion, Mr Spenlow invited me to spend the weekend at his country house in Norwood. At the end of the workday on Friday, he and I drove to Norwood in
Chapter-7 I would have trouble saying whether I was glad or sad when my five years at Canterbury school came to a close. At 17, I was reasonably expected to make some worthwhile place for myself in the world. Such grand and misty ideas I had about the glamour of being a young man abroad
Chapter-6 On my way to class one Monday morning, I met Uriah in the street. He invited me to come to his home to meet his mother and share tea with them.I said I wanted to ask Mr Wickfield’s permission, and if he approved, I’d meet Uriah in the law office at six o’ clock.“Mother
Chapter-5 I travelled on foot for days, at last reaching Dover, hungry, thirsty, and worn out. I asked a carriage driver if he could tell me where Miss Betsey lived.“Trotwood?” he asked, “I know the name. Old lady?”I said she was.“Pretty stiff in the back?” he said, straightening himself up tall.“Yes,” I said, “I think
Chapter-4 The day after my mother’s funeral, Peggotty was fired from Blunderstone Rookery. With the unhappy changes that had come into the place, I hardly thought she minded leaving, but she worried terribly about me and how I would manage in such a grey and uncaring environment.I wondered, too, what was next for me. When
Chapter-3 We hadn’t gone half a mile, and my handkerchief was wet through with tears, when Peggotty burst through a hedgerow and flagged the driver to stop. She climbed into the car with me and squeezed me in her big, warm arms. Without a word she pulled from her pockets some paper bags of cookies
Chapter-2 My mother was beautiful, with silky, long hair and a youthful shape. Peggotty with no shape at all and eyes so black they seemed to darken her whole face, had such red and firm cheeks and arms that I expected birds to peck at her instead of the apples that lay in the orchard.
Chapter-1 I was born on Friday, at midnight. The clock began to strike its twelve tones and I gave my first good cry all at the same moment. According to the custom of those superstitious times, the hour and day of my birth were thought to set me up for an unlucky life, and for