David Copperfield
tears glittering in her eyes.
I pray Heaven that I never may forget the dear girl in her
love and truth, at that time of my life; for if I should, I must
be drawing near the end, and then I would desire to remem-
ber her best! She filled my heart with such good resolutions,
strengthened my weakness so, by her example, so directed
- I know not how, she was too modest and gentle to advise
me in many words - the wandering ardour and unsettled
purpose within me, that all the little good I have done, and
all the harm I have forborne, I solemnly believe I may refer
to her.
And how she spoke to me of Dora, sitting at the window
in the dark; listened to my praises of her; praised again; and
round the little fairy-figure shed some glimpses of her own
pure light, that made it yet more precious and more inno-
cent to me! Oh, Agnes, sister of my boyhood, if I had known
then, what I knew long afterwards! -
There was a beggar in the street, when I went down; and
as I turned my head towards the window, thinking of her
calm seraphic eyes, he made me start by muttering, as if he
were an echo of the morning: ‘Blind! Blind! Blind!’
