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|---|---|
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she were sedulously keeping it warm, instead of it keeping her
warm, and watching it in a most distrustful manner. The
completion of the preparations for my breakfast, by relieving the
fire, gave her such extreme joy that she laughed aloud—and a very
unmelodious laugh she had, I must say.
I sat down to my brown loaf, my egg, and my rasher of bacon,
with a basin of milk besides, and made a most delicious meal.
While I was yet in the full enjoyment of it, the old woman of the
house said to the Master:
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‘Have you got your flute with you?’
‘Yes,’ he returned.
‘Have a blow at it,’ said the old woman, coaxingly. ‘Do!’
The Master, upon this, put his hand underneath the skirts of his
coat, and brought out his flute in three pieces, which he screwed
together, and began immediately to play. My impression is, after
many years of consideration, that there never can have been
anybody in the world who played worse. He made the most dismal
sounds I have ever heard produced by any means, natural or
artificial. I don’t know what the tunes were—if there were such
things in the performance at all, which I doubt—but the influence
of the strain upon me was, first, to make me think of all my
sorrows until I could hardly keep my tears back; then to take away
my appetite; and lastly, to make me so sleepy that I couldn’t keep
my eyes open. They begin to close again, and I begin to nod, as the
recollection rises fresh upon me. once more the little room, with
its open corner cupboard, and its square-backed chairs, and its
angular little staircase leading to the room above, and its three
peacock’s feathers displayed over the mantelpiece—I remember
wondering when I first went in, what that peacock would have
thought if he had known what his finery was doomed to come to—
fades from before me, and I nod, and sleep. The flute becomes
inaudible, the wheels of the coach are heard instead, and I am on
my journey. The coach jolts, I wake with a start, and the flute has
come back again, and the Master at Salem House is sitting with his
legs crossed, playing it do**lly, while the old woman of the house
looks on delighted. She fades in her turn, and he fades, and all
fades, and there is no flute, no Master, no Salem House, no David
Copperfield, no anything but heavy sleep.
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I dreamed, I thought, that once while he was blowing into this
dismal flute, the old woman of the house, who had gone nearer
and nearer to him in her ecstatic admiration, leaned over the back
of his chair and gave him an affectionate squeeze round the neck,
which stopped his playing for a moment. I was in the middle state
between sleeping and waking, either then or immediately
afterwards; for, as he resumed—it was a real fact that he had
stopped playing—I saw and heard the same old woman ask Mrs.
Fibbitson if it wasn’t delicious (meaning the flute), to which Mrs.
Fibbitson replied, ‘Ay, ay! yes!’ and nodded at the fire: to which, I
am persuaded, she gave the credit of the whole performance.
When I seemed to have been dozing a long while, the Master at
Salem House unscrewed his flute into the three pieces, put them
up as before, and took me away. We found the coach very near at
**nd got upon the roof; but I was so dead sleepy, that when
we stopped on the road to take up somebody else, they put me
inside where there were no passengers, and where I slept
profoundly, until I found the coach going at a footpace up a steep
hill among green leaves. Presently, it stopped, and had come to its
destination.
A short walk brought us—I mean the Master and me—to Salem
House, which was enclosed with a high brick wall, and looked very
dull. Over a door in this wall was a board with SALEM HOUSE
upon it; and through a grating in this door we were surveyed when
we rang the bell by a surly face, which I found, on t