So, after
helping the Micawbers to pack their few clothes, and waving goodbye to them at
the coach station on their way to Devon, I went to the warehouse for my last
day at work. I did not tell anyone I
would not be coming back the following week.
In the evening I packed my case, and put the ten shillings in the little
purse Peggotty had once given me. I
looked around for someone to help me with my case, which was rather heavy for
me, and saw a tall young man with a horse and cart passing by.
The young
man put the case into his cart. Then,
looking round quickly to make sure there were no witnesses, he pushed me
roughly against the wall and took my purse out of my trembling hand. Before I could say a word, he had driven the
horse and cart down the road and out of sight round the corner. I knew I would never see him, my case or my
ten shillings again.
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