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17. CHARLES DICKENS: DAVID COPPERFIELD: CHAPTER 17: SOMEBODY TURNS UP

Since I ran away to my aunt, I have not mentioned Peggotty, but of course, I wrote her a letter almost as soon as I was housed at Dover, and another, a longer letter, containing all particulars fully related, when my aunt took me formally under her protection.   On my being settled at Doctor Strong's, I wrote to her again, detailing my happy condition and prospects.  I never could have derived anything like the pleasure from sending the money Dick had given me, that I felt in sending a gold half - guinea to Peggotty, per post, enclosed in this last letter, to discharge the sum I had borrowed of her: in which epistle, not before, I mentioned about the young man with the donkey - cart. To these communications Peggotty replied as promptly, if not as concisely, as a merchant's clerk.  Her utmost power of expression (which were not certainly great in ink) were exhausted in the attempt to write what she felt on the subject of my journey.  The incoherent and interjecti...