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ELECBOOK
CLASSICS
DAVID COPPERFIELD
Charles Dickens
ELECBOOK CLASSICS
ebc0004. Charles Dickens: David Copperfield
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DAVID COPPERFIELD
THE PERSONAL HISTORY AND EXPERIENCE OF DAVID COPPERFIELD THE YOUNGER
CHARLES DICKENS
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO THE HON. Mr. AND Mrs. RICHARD WATSON, OF ROCKINGHAM, NORTHAMPTONSHIRE.
Contents
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Chapter 1. I AM BORN 10
Chapter 2. I OBSERVE 26
Chapter 3. I HAVE A CHANGE 46
Chapter 4. I FALL INTO DISGRACE 67
Chapter 5. I AM SENT AWAY FROM HOME 93
Chapter 6. I ENLARGE MY CIRCLE OF
ACQUAINTANCE 118
Chapter 7. MY ‘FIRST HALF’ AT SALEM HOUSE 128
Chapter 8. MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE
HAPPY AFTERNOON 152
Chapter 9. I HAVE A MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY 173
Chapter 10. I BECOME NEGLECTED, AND AM
PROVIDED FOR 189
Chapter 11. I BEGIN LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT,
AND DON’T LIKE IT 216
Chapter 12. LIKING LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT
NO BETTER, I FORM A GREAT RESOLUTION 238
Chapter 13. THE SEQUEL OF MY RESOLUTION 251
Chapter 14. MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND
ABOUT ME 278
Chapter 15. I MAKE ANOTHER BEGINNING 300
Chapter 16. I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES
THAN ONE 313
Chapter 17. SOMEBODY TURNS UP 342
Chapter 18. A RETROSPECT 366
Chapter 19. I LOOK ABOUT ME, AND MAKE A
DISCOVERY 376
Chapter 20. STEERFORTH’S HOME 399
Chapter 21. LITTLE EM’LY 411
Chapter 22. SOME OLD SCENES, AND SOME NEW
PEOPLE 438
Chapter 23. I CORROBORATE MR. DICK, AND
CHOOSE A PROFESSION 468
Chapter 24. MY FIRST DISSIPATION 488
Chapter 25. GOOD AND BAD ANGELS 500
Chapter 26. I FALL INTO CAPTIVITY 527
Chapter 27. TOMMY TRADDLES 548
Chapter 28. Mr. MICAWBER’S GAUNTLET 561
Chapter 29. I VISIT STEERFORTH AT HIS HOME,
AGAIN 588
Chapter 30. A LOSS 598
Chapter 31. A GREATER LOSS 609
Chapter 32. THE BEGINNING OF A LONG JOURNEY 622
Chapter 33. BLISSFUL 647
Chapter 34. MY AUNT ASTONISHES ME 670
Chapter 35. DEPRESSION 682
Chapter 36. ENTHUSIASM 710
Chapter 37. A LITTLE COLD WATER 733
Chapter 38. A DISSOLUTION OF PARTNERSHIP 744
Chapter 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP. 767
Chapter 40. THE WANDERER 793
Chapter 41. DORA’S AUNTS 805
Chapter 42. MISCHIEF 827
Chapter 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 854
Chapter 44. OUR HOUSEKEEPING 865
Chapter 45. Mr. DICK FULFILS MY AUNT’S
PREDICTIONS 886
Chapter 46. INTELLIGENCE 907
Chapter 47. MARTHA 926
Chapter 48. DOMESTIC. 941
Chapter 49. I AM INVOLVED IN MYSTERY 956
Chapter 50. Mr. PEGGOTTY’S DREAM COMES
TRUE 973
Chapter 51. THE BEGINNING OF A LONGER JOURNEY 987
Chapter 52. I ASSIST AT AN EXPLOSION 1010
Chapter 53. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 1042
Chapter 54. Mr. MICAWBER’S TRANSACTIONS 1049
Chapter 55. TEMPEST 1070
Chapter 56. THE NEW WOUND, AND THE OLD 1086
Chapter 57. THE EMIGRANTS 1095
Chapter 58. ABSENCE 1110
Chapter 59. RETURN 1119
Chapter 60. AGNES 1141
Chapter 61. I AM SHOWN TWO INTERESTING
PENITENTS 1153
Chapter 62. A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY 1170
Chapter 63. A VISITOR 1182
Chapter 64. A LAST RETROSPECT 1193
I PREFACE TO 1850 EDITION
do not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from this Book, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to
require. My interest in it, is so recent and strong; and my mind is so divided between pleasure and regret—pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions—that I am in danger of wearying the reader whom I love, with personal confidences, and private emotions.
Besides which, all that I could say of the Story, to any purpose, I have endeavoured to say in it.
It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know, how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years’ imaginative task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever. Yet, I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still) that no one can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I have believed it in the writing.
Instead of looking back, therefore, I will look forward. I cannot close this Volume more agreeably to myself, than with a hopeful glance towards the time when I shall again put forth my two green leaves once a month, and with a faithful remembrance of the genial sun and showers that have fallen on these leaves of David Copperfield, and made me happy.
London, October, 1850.
