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Dickens, Charles

"David Copperfield"

I warmed the ale and made the toast on the usual infallible principles. When it was ready for her, she was ready for it, with her nightcap on, and the skirt of her gown turned back on her knees.


? ? ? ? 'My dear,' said my aunt, after taking a spoonful of it; 'it's a great deal better than wine. Not half so bilious.'


? ? ? ? I suppose I looked doubtful, for she added:


? ? ? ? 'Tut, tut, child. If nothing worse than Ale happens to us, we are well off.'


? ? ? ? 'I should think so myself, aunt, I am sure,' said I.


? ? ? ? 'Well, then, why DON'T you think so?' said my aunt.


? ? ? ? 'Because you and I are very different people,' I returned.


? ? ? ? 'Stuff and nonsense, Trot!' replied my aunt.


? ? ? ? MY aunt went on with a quiet enjoyment, in which there was very little affectation, if any; drinking the warm ale with a tea-spoon, and soaking her strips of toast in it.


? ? ? ? 'Trot,' said she, 'I don't care for strange faces in general, but I rather like that Barkis of yours, do you know!'


? ? ? ? 'It's better than a hundred pounds to hear you say so!' said I.


? ? ? ? 'It's a most extraordinary world,' observed my aunt, rubbing her nose; 'how that woman ever got into it with that name, is unaccountable to me.


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