Chapter 68 Chapter 64 Final Review

Now, my biography has come to an end.Before I close this book, I will do one more retrospective—for the last time. I see myself walking through life with Agnes, I see the children and friends around us; I also hear the voices of caring for me as I move forward. In the crowd of people passing by, which faces do I feel most clearly?Behold, these faces turn to me as I ask myself this question in my mind! This is my aunt, wearing glasses with stronger prescriptions. An old lady in her 80s is still in good shape, and she can walk 6 miles without a stretch in winter. She was always with her good old nurse Peggotty, who also put on spectacles, and always sewed near the light at night, always with a candle stub, a ruler in the cottage, and There is a sewing box with St Paul's Church painted on the lid.

Peggotty's cheeks and arms, which had been so hard and red when I was a child (when I wondered why the birds didn't drop the apples and peck her), are now dry and wrinkled.Her eyes, which used to darken her face near the eyes, are also lighter (but still shiny), but her rough forefinger, which I used to associate with a spice grater, remains the same together; later, when I saw my youngest waddling from my aunt toward her holding her index finger, I was reminded of our little living room at home when I was a toddler.My aunt and grandma's unfulfilled wish for many years finally came true.She really made a real, living godmother to Bessie Trowood; Dora (second daughter) said she had spoiled Bessie.

Peggotty had something very large in his pocket.It turned out to be the crocodile book.By this time the book was very worn out, and some of it had been mended, but Peggotty showed it to the children as a precious keepsake.Seeing my own childish face raised to look at me from the crocodile story, I thought it was odd to remember my old acquaintance, that Brooks from Sheffield. During the summer vacation this year, I found that among my sons, an old man was building a big kite, and he looked up to the sky with indescribable joy.He greeted me cheerfully, nodding and winking, and said in a low voice: "You will be pleased, Trowood, I will write the paper when I have nothing else to do. Your aunt The best woman in the world, man!"

Who is that hunched lady with a cane?Her face still bears the traces of her former pride and beauty, and it can be seen that she is powerlessly fighting against the irritable, dull, arrogant, and violent things in her heart.She was in the garden, and beside her stood a woman with a white scar on her lip, who looked pinched, sullen, and haggard.Let me hear what they are saying. "Rosa, I have forgotten the gentleman's last name." Rosa bent over her, and called to her, "Mr. Copperfield." "I am glad to see you, sir. I am sorry to see you in mourning. I hope time will lessen your sorrow."

Her surly squire berated her, told her I was not in mourning, and tried to remind her to look at me again. "You have seen the boy, sir," said the elder lady, "are you reconciled?" She looked at me obsessively, put her hand on her forehead and moaned.Suddenly she cried in a terrible voice: "Come here, Rosa. He's dead!" Rosa knelt at her feet, now comforting her, now arguing with her, now telling her viciously: "I have always loved him more than you!" fall asleep.I saw them like this from time to time, living their lives year after year, and I left them when they were like this.

What kind of ship is returning home from India?Who was that Englishwoman who married a big-eared, barking Scotch-old rich man?Could this be Julia Mills? This is Julia Mills, haughty and regal, with cards and letters delivered to her by a black man on a gold plate, and served in her dressing-room by a brown woman in linen with a bright scarf on her head. she eats.However, at this time, Julia no longer kept a diary, and no longer sang "Elegy of Love", but kept arguing with the Scottish rich man who looked like a yellow bear with a tanned skin.With money locked up Julia's neck, she couldn't think or say anything else.I still like the one in the Sahara desert.

Maybe this is the Sahara Desert!Although Julia had a beautiful mansion, honored guests, and extravagant banquets every day, there were no green plants around her, nothing that could bloom or bear fruit.I knew what Julia was talking about about the "society," where there was Mr. Jack Melton from the Patent Office.The man looked down on the man who got him the job, and called the Doctor a "very interesting antique" to me.Since society is full of such worthless men and women, Julia, and since society has only been bred to be blatantly indifferent to anything that benefits or harms humanity, I think we've lost our way in the same Sahara, or It is better to find a way.

Look, the doctor who has always been our friend is still compiling his "Dictionary" (where is it in Part D), enjoying the warmth of his family and his wife.And the old soldier whose prestige has been greatly reduced.She also doesn't dictate as much as she used to. A little later I found my dear friend Old Traddles.He hustles and bustles working in the law school's law firm.On the part of his head that hadn't been bald, the hair was rougher than ever from the constant friction of the lawyer's wig.There were thick stacks of papers on his desk; and looking around I said: "If Sophie were your secretary, Traddles, she would be very busy!"

"You may say so, my dear Copperfield! But what a lovely day they were in Gray Yard! Wasn't it?" "Was it when she said you'd be a judge someday? And it wasn't a common thing to say then!" "At any rate," said Traddles, "if I should ever be judge--" "Hey, you know you're going to be." "Come, my dear Copperfield, when I am a judge, I will tell the story as I announced." We walked out arm in arm.I'm going to a family dinner with Traddles - it's Sophie's birthday.As we walked, Traddles told me of his luck.

"My dear Copperfield, I can really do what has always been my dearest concern. The Reverend Halles has received an annual salary of four hundred and fifty pounds; and his two boys have received the best. educated to be a scholar and good man of repute and well established; three daughters happily married, and three living with us; chores; these girls are happy." "Except—" I hinted. "Except for that beauty," said Traddles, "yes, it is unfortunate that she is married to such a scoundrel. He does have, however, a look and a manner which make her fall in love at first sight. But we have put her Settled down with our family and got rid of that person. We have to get her back on her feet."

Traddles' house was--probably--one of those houses which he and Sophie used to distribute on their evening walks.It was a big house, but Traddles kept his papers in his dressing-room, with his boots and all; The girls live.There's no spare room in the house any more--because there's always some girl I can't figure out who lives here for some unexpected reason or another, and always does.As we entered, they ran down the stairs to the door in droves, passing Traddles kisses back and forth until he was breathless.It was the place where the poor beauty lived, and she is now a widow with a young daughter.At Sophie's birthday party, there were three married girls who came with their husbands, brothers of one husband, cousin of another husband, sister of another husband—it seemed that she and the His younger brother was engaged, and Traddles, as simple and frank as ever, sat like a patriarch at the other end of the large table; Those shiny flatware are by no means British gold any more. When I suppress my desire to continue writing at the moment, those faces disappear.But one, which shone on me like a celestial light, enabled me to see everything clearly.This face was above everything, beyond everything.This face never fades. I turned my head and saw the beautiful and peaceful face beside me.My lights were dimmed, I was writing late into the night, but that dear one was with me, and without her I would not be here. Oh Agnes, oh my soul.When my life is really over, may your face be with me like this; To you pointing up beside me!