All this
time I had gone on loving Dora more than ever.
The more evil there seemed to be in the world, the more brightly Dora’s
star shone down on me. I am sure I considered
her a beautiful angel, far above the rest of us poor humans, and I had no real
hope of persuading her to love me.
Peggotty
had come to London with me, as she was feeling rather lonely after Barkis’s
Death and Daniel’s departure, and I could not stop myself telling her all about
Dora. She was very interested, and most encouraging.
However,
a wonderful thing happened. During a
long conversation with Mr Spenlow in the office, he mentioned that it was Dora’s
birthday the following week, and invited me to a picnic to celebrate it. As soon as I heard this, I went completely
mad, and could not think at all clearly.
In the next week I bought expensive new clothes and boots, and arranged to
hire a handsome white horse. On the day
of the picnic, I got up at six in the morning and went to Covent Garden market
to buy the freshest and most beautiful flowers for Dora, and by ten o’clock I was
riding towards the Spenlow’s house.
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