REMEMBER:: tribute to charles dickens' david copperfield version two

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Dickens omitted several passages from his early manuscript (known as MS for short) due to both publishing limitations as well as alterations later in the story. These passages are taken from the 1997 Penguin edition of the book, but I know there are even more than the ones from that edition of the novel. If anyone has knowledge of other removed passages, please contact me!

Chapter 6:

Mrs. and Miss Creakle had been in a sad way, ever since: I heard that Mr Creakle, on account of certain religious opinions he held, was on eof the Elect and Chosen - terms which certainly none of us understood in the least then, if any body understands them now - and that the man with the wooden leg (whose name was Tungay) was another. I heard that the man with the wooden leg had preached (Traddles' father, according to Traddles, had positively heard him) and had frightened women into fits by raving about a Pit he said he saw, with I don't know how many billions and trillions of pretty babies born for no other purpose than to be cast into it. I heard that MR Creakle's son doubted the clear-sightedness of the man with the wooden leg, and had once held some remonstrance with his father about the discipline of the school on an occasion of its being very cruelly exercised, and was supposed to have objected, besides, that the Elect had no business to ill use his mother. I heard that Mr Creakle had turned him out of oors in consequence, and that it had nearly broken Mrs and Miss Creakle's hearts.

There was no shadowy picture of his footsteps...in the garden that I dreamed of - the garden that I picked up shells and pebbles in, with little Em'ly, all night.

Chapter 9
I have brought home all my clothes....'Mind you are very careful of them,' she returned, holding up her finger at me. 'Let what has happened be a warning to you in every way. If such an occurrence will not make a boy turn over a new leaf, nothing will.'

He seemed to be the only restless thing, except the clocks, in the whole motionless house....When I went to bed, I left him walking to and fro. When I entered in the morning, I found him walking to and fro. Of a sudden he would break off in the middle of the room, go back to his chair, and ponder till his restless ness came on again.

'Oh no! oh no!' and held her hand....: When the day came, I remember being awakened in the morning by the sharp strokes of a spade, and that I looked out of the window, and saw men working in the churchyard underneath the tree, and went to bed and wept. I remember that I lay there, sobbing, till Peggotty came up to help me dress myself, and that being in her black dress for the first time she wrung her hands - a thing it turned my very blood to see her do - and gave way to her sorrow before me, for the only time in all my knowledge.

Chapter 13
shut up one eye...as often: Dickens MS describes Mr Dick as "putting his tongue out against the glass, and carrying it across the pane and back agian; who, when his eyes caught mine, squinted at me in a most terrible manner.

Chapter 25
"It's like old times"...:"Didn't I call you Uriah?" I asked, for want of anything better to say.
"N-n-no," he replied, with a fawning air, that made me almost afraid to be in the room with him, he became so ugly.

I generally go to bed late"...: "Won't you call me Uriah?" he said, sweetly. I thought of Agnes, and I did, but with such a bad grace and such an abrupt manner, as he could not but observe. He appeared, nevertheless, to be quite placid.

took possession of me... "If one so umble might aspire to be her husband, Master Copperfield," exclaimed Uriah, with a general twist of himself, arms, legs, chin, and all.
May I die, but I felt, in my keen desire to grab hold of him by the windpipe and give him a shake, as if he had got hold of mine, and were shaking me!
" - And I hope you'll not think it inconsistent my saying that though I'm very umble indeed, I DO aspire to that!" he added, with a sidelong look.

Chapter 35
Blind.... Whether her tone of pity was for me, or for herself, or for anybody else, I could not decide - did not ask myself, perhaps; but I know that it made me feel uneasy afterwards, and that it sounded in my fancy like a sorrowful strain of music I had sometimes heard at a distance, before that night.

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