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THE HISTORY AND EXPERIENCE OF DAVID COPPERFIELD.
faces fade away. But, one face, shining on me like a Heavenly light by which I see all other objects, is above them and beyond, them all. And that remains.
I turn my head, and see it, in its beautiful serenity, beside me. My lamp burns low, and I have written far into the night; but the dear presence, without which I were nothing, bears me company.
O Agnes, O my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when realities are melting from me like the shadows which I now dismiss, still find thee near me, pointing upward!
THE END.
LONDON:
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS WHITEFRIARS.
