This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 edition. Excerpt: ...I was to go home next night; not by the mail, but by the heavy night-coach, which was called the Farmer, and was principally used by country-people travelling short intermediate distances upon the road. We had no story-telling that evening, and Traddles insisted on lending me his pillow. I don t know what good he thought it would do me, for I had one of my own: but it was all he had to lend, poor fellow, except a sheet ofletter-paper full of skeletons; and that he gave me at parting, as a soother of my sorrows and a contribution to my peace of mind. I left Salem House upon the morrow afternoon. I little thought then that I left it, never to return. We travelled very slowly all night, and did not get into Yarmouth before nine or ten o clock in the morning. I looked out for Mr. Barkis, but he was not there; and instead of him a fat, shortwinded, merry-looking, little old man in black, with rusty little bunches of ribbons at the knees of his brecches, black stockings, and a broad-brimmed hat, came puffing up to the coach window, and said: Master Copperfield? Yes, Sir. Will you come with me, young Sir, if you please, he said, opening the door, and I shall have the pleasure of taking you home. I put my hand in his, wondering who he was, and we walked away to a shop in a narrow street, on which was written OMER, Danna, Tamox, Haannnasmsn, FUNERAL FURmsmsa, &c. It was a close and stifling little shop; full ofall sorts of clothing, made and unmade, including one window full of beaver-hats and bonnets. We went into alittle backparlour behind the shop, where we found three young women at work on a quantity of black materials, which were heaped upon the table, and little bits and...