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anything!’
This was not upon the whole very comforting to a rapturous
lover; but I was glad to have my aunt in my confidence, and I was
mindful of her being fatigued. So I thanked her ardently for this
mark of her affection, and for all her other kindnesses towards me;
and after a tender good night, she took her nightcap into my
bedroom.
How miserable I was, when I lay down! How I thought and
thought about my being poor, in Mr. Spenlow’s eyes; about my not
being what I thought I was, when I proposed to Dora; about the
chivalrous necessity of telling Dora what my worldly condition
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was, and releasing her from her engagement if she thought fit;
about how I should contrive to live, during the long term of my
articles, when I was earning nothing; about doing something to
assist my aunt, and seeing no way of doing anything; about coming
down to have no money in my pocket, and to wear a shabby coat,
and to be able to carry Dora no little presents, and to ride no
gallant greys, and to show myself in no agreeable light! Sordid
and selfish as I knew it was, and as I tortured myself by knowing
that it was, to let my mind run on my own distress so much, I was
so devoted to Dora that I could not help it. I knew that it was base
in me not to think more of my aunt, and less of myself; but, so far,
selfishness was inseparable from Dora, and I could not put Dora
on one side for any mortal creature. How exceedingly miserable I
was, that night!
As to sleep, I had dreams of poverty in all sorts of shapes, but I
seemed to dream without the previous ceremony of going to sleep.
Now I was ragged, wanting to sell Dora matches, six bundles for a
halfpenny; now I was at the office in a nightgown and boots,
remonstrated with by Mr. Spenlow on appearing before the clients
in that airy attire; now I was hungrily picking up the crumbs that
fell from old Tiffey’s daily biscuit, regularly eaten when St. Paul’s
struck one; now I was hopelessly endeavouring to get a licence to
marry Dora, having nothing but one of Uriah Heep’s gloves to
offer in exchange, which the whole Commons rejected; and still,
more or less conscious of my own room, I was always tossing about
like a distressed ship in a sea of bed-clothes.
My aunt was restless, too, for I frequently heard her walking to
and fro. Two or three times in the course of the night, attired in a
long flannel wrapper in which she looked seven feet high, she
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appeared, like a disturbed ghost, in my room, and came to the side
of the sofa on which I lay. On the first occasion I started up in
alarm, to learn that she inferred from a particular light in the sky,
that Westminster Abbey was on fire; and to be consulted in
reference to the probability of its igniting Buckingham Street, in
case the wind changed. Lying still, after that, I found that she sat
down near me, whispering to herself ‘Poor boy!’ And then it made
me twenty times more wretched, to know how unselfishly mindful
she was of me, and how selfishly mindful I was of myself.
It was difficult to believe that a night so long to me, could be
short to anybody else. This consideration set me thinking and
thinking of an imaginary party where people were dancing the
hours away, until that became a dream too, and I heard the music
incessantly playing one tune, and saw Dora incessantly dancing
one dance, without taking the least notice of me. The man who
had been playing the harp all night, was trying in vain to cover it
with an ordinary-sized nightcap, when I awoke; or I should rather
say, when I left off trying to go to sleep, and saw the sun shining in
through the window at last.
There was an old Roman bath in those days at the bottom of
one of the streets out of the Strand—it may be there still—in
which I have had many a cold plunge. Dressing myself as quietly
as I could, and leaving Peggotty to look after m
