Identifier: davidcopperfield01dicke (find matches)
Title: David Copperfield
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882
Subjects: Boys Orphans Young men Child labor
Publisher: Philadelphia : T.B. Peterson
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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trange public-house for a glass of ale or porter, tomoisten what I had had for dinner, they were afraid to give it me.I remember one hot evening I went into the bar of a public-house,and said to the landlord : What is your best—your very best—ale a glass ? For it wasa special occasion. I dont know what. It may have been mybirth-day. Twopence-halfpenny, says the landlord, is the price of theGenuine Stunnino; ale. Then,* says I, producing the money, just draw me a glass ofthe Genuine Stunning, if you please, with a good head to it. The landlord looked at me in return over the bar, from head tofoot, with a strange smile on his face ; and instead of drawing thebeer, looked round the screen aud said something to his wife. Shecame out from beh.nd it, with her work in her hand, and joined himin surveying me. Here we stand, all three, before me now. Thelandlord in his shirt sleeves, leaning against the bar window-frame ,his wife looking over the httle half-door ; and I, in some confusion,
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My magnificent Order at the Iublic House. u^ DAVID COPPERFIELD. 203 looking up at them from outside the partition. They asked me agood many questions ; as, what my name was, how old I was, whereI lived, How I was employed, and how I came there. To all ofwhich, that I might commit nobody, I invented, I am afi-aid, appro-priate answers. They served me with the ale, though I suspect itwas not the Genuine Stunning ; and the landlords wife, opening thelittle half-door of the bar, and bending down, gave me my moneyback, and gave me a kiss that was half admiring and half compas-sionate, but all womanly and good, I am sure. I know I do not exaggerate, unconsciously and unintentionally,the scantiness of my resources or the difficulties of my life. I knowthat if a sliilhng were given me by Mr. Quinion at any time, I spentit in a dinner or a tea. I know that I worked, from morning untilnight, with common men and boys, a shabby child. I know that Ilounged about the streets, insufficiently and uns

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