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FragmentWelcome to consult...ty. I have come here safe. Barkis
is willing. My love to mama. Yours affectionately. P.S. He says he
particularly wants you to know—Barkis is willing.’
When I had taken this commission on myself prospectively, Mr.
Barkiselapsed into perfect silence; and I, feeling quite worn out
by all that had happened lately, lay down on a sack in the cart and
fell asleep. I slept soundly until we got to Yarmouth; which was so
entirely new and strange to me in the inn-yard to which we drove,
that I at once abandoned a latent hope I had had of meeting with
some of Mr. Peggotty’s family there, perhaps even with little Em’ly
herself.
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The coach was in the yard, shining very much all over, but
without any horses to it as yet; and it looked in that state as if
nothing was more unlikely than its evegoing to London. I was
thinking this, and wondering what would ultimately become of my
box, which Mr. Barkis had put down on the yard-pavement by the
pole (he having driven up the yard to turn his cart), and also what
would ultimately become of me, when a lady looked out of a bow-
window where some fowls and joints of meat were hanging up,
and said:
‘Is that the little gentleman from Blunderstone?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said.
‘What name?’ inquired the lady.
‘Copperfield, ma’am,’ I said.
‘That won’t do,’eturned the lady. ‘Nobody’s dinneis paid fo
here, in that name.’
‘Is it Murdstone, ma’am?’ I said.
‘If you’re MasteMurdstone,’ said the lady, ‘why do you go and
give anothename, first?’
I explained to the lady how it was, who thanang a bell, and
called out, ‘William! show the coffee-room!’ upon which a waite
cameunning out of a kitchen on the opposite side of the yard to
show it, and seemed a good deal surprised when he was only to
show it to me.
It was a large longoom with some large maps in it. I doubt if I
could have felt much strangeif the maps had beeneal foreign
countries, and I cast away in the middle of them. I felt it was
taking a liberty to sit down, with my cap in my hand, on the corne
of the chainearest the door; and when the waitelaid a cloth on
purpose fome, and put a set of castors on it, I think I must have
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turneded all ovewith modesty.
He brought me some chops, and vegetables, and took the covers
off in such a bouncing mannethat I was afraid I must have given
him some offence. But he greatlyelieved my mind by putting a
chaifome at the table, and saying, very affably, ‘Now, six-foot!
come on!’
I thanked him, and took my seat at the board; but found it
extremely difficult to handle my knife and fork with anything like
dexterity, oto avoid splashing myself with the gravy, while he
was standing opposite, staring so hard, and making me blush in
the most dreadful manneevery time I caught his eye. Afte
watching me into the second chop, he said:
‘There’s half a pint of ale foyou. Will you have it now?’
I thanked him and said, ‘Yes.’ Upon which he poured it out of a
jug into a large tumbler, and held it up against the light, and made
it look beautiful.
‘My eye!’ he said. ‘It seems a good deal, don’t it?’
‘It does seem a good deal,’ I answered with a smile. Foit was
quite delightful to me, to find him so pleasant. He was a twinkling-
eyed, pimple-faced man, with his haistanding upright all ovehis
head; and as he stoo
