After a moment of suspense, I went and kissed my mother.

They were sitting by the fire in the best parlour when I came in. It was on my return from a visit to Yarmouth, where I went with Peggotty to spend a fortnight at her brother's, that I found my mother married to Mr. I liked him no better than at first, and had the same uneasy jealousy of him. 'You'll drive me mad! How can you have the heart to say such bitter things to me, when you are well aware that out of this place I haven't a single friend to turn to?' But the following Sunday I saw the gentleman with the black whiskers again, and he walked home from church with us, and gradually I became used to seeing him and knowing him as Mr. Copperfield wouldn't have liked,' said Peggotty. It must have been about this time that, waking up from an uncomfortable doze one night, I found Peggotty and my mother both in tears, and both talking. I remember a few years later, a gentleman with beautiful black hair and whiskers walking home from church on Sunday with us and, somehow, I didn't like him or his deep voice, and I was jealous that his hand should touch my mother's in touching me - which it did. The first objects that assume a distinct presence before me, as I look far back into the blank of my infancy, are my mother, with her pretty air and youthful shape, and Peggotty, my old nurse, with no shape at all, and with cheeks and arms so red and hard that I wondered the birds didn't peck her in preference to apples.

My aunt said never a word when she learnt that it was a boy, and not a girl, but took her bonnet by the strings in the manner of a sling, aimed a blow at the doctor's head with it, put it on bent, walked out, and never came back. Miss Betsey Trotwood, an aunt of my father's, and consequently a great-aunt of mine, arrived on the afternoon of the day I was born, and explained to my mother (who was very much afraid of her) that she meant to provide for her child, which was to be a girl. My father's eyes had been closed upon the light of this world six months when mine opened upon it. I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night, at Blunderstone, in Suffolk. In the preface to the 1867 edition, Dickens wrote, 'like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. The original, squashed down to read in about 25 minutesĭavid Copperfield is notable for its autobiographical element, not only in the wretched days of childhood at the wine merchant's, but in the shorthand-reporting in the House of Commons. Squashed and Nicely Abridged Books - David Copperfield

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