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of David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.
Chapter 40 The Wanderer We had a very serious conversation in Buckingham Street that night about the domestic occurrences I have detailed in the last chapter.
My aunt was deeply interested in them, and walked up and down the room with her arms folded for more than two hours afterwards.
Whenever she was particularly discomposed, she always performed one of these pedestrian feats, and the amount of her discomposure might always be estimated by the duration of her walk.
On this occasion, she was so much disturbed in mind as to find it necessary to open the bedroom door and make a course for herself, comprising the full extent of the bedrooms from wall to wall.
and while Mr. Dick and I sat quietly by the fire, she kept passing in and out along this measured track at an unchanging pace with the regularity of a clock-pendulum.
"'When my aunt and I were left to ourselves by Mr. Dick's going out to bed, I sat down to write my letter to the two old ladies.
By that time she was tired of walking, and sat by the fire with her dress tucked up as usual.
But instead of sitting in her usual manner, holding her glass upon her knee, she suffered it to stand neglected on the chimney-piece, and, resting her left elbow on her right arm and her chin on her left hand, looked thoughtfully at me.'
as often as i raised my eyes from what i was about i met hers i am in the lovingest of tempers my dear she would assure me with a nod but i am fidgeted and sorry i had been too busy to observe until after she was gone to bed that she had left her night mixture as she always called it untasted on the chimney-piece she came to her door with even more than her usual affection of manner when i knocked to acquaint her with this discovery
but only said, I have not the heart to take it, Trot, tonight, and shook her head and went in again.
She read my letter to the two old ladies in the morning and approved of it.
I posted it and had nothing to do then but wait, as patiently as I could, for the reply.
I was still in this state of expectation, and had been for nearly a week, when I left the doctor's one snowy night to walk home.
It had been a bitter day, and a cutting northeast wind had blown for some time.
The wind had gone down with the light, and so the snow had come on.