David Copperfield
wicked to think of anything but poor papa!’ - embraces J.
and sobs herself to sleep. (Must not D. C. confine himself to
the broad pinions of Time? J. M.)’
Miss Mills and her journal were my sole consolation at
this period. To see her, who had seen Dora but a little while
before - to trace the initial letter of Dora’s name through her
sympathetic pages - to be made more and more miserable
by her - were my only comforts. I felt as if I had been liv-
ing in a palace of cards, which had tumbled down, leaving
only Miss Mills and me among the ruins; I felt as if some
grim enchanter had drawn a magic circle round the inno-
cent goddess of my heart, which nothing indeed but those
same strong pinions, capable of carrying so many people
over so much, would enable me to enter!