to have
seen him
take it
up, and
look about
him in a
lost way,
as if they
had both
come down
together,
so that I
pitied him
with all
my heart.
While I
advanced
in
friendship
and
intimacy
with Mr.
Dick, I
did not go
backward
in the
favour of
his
staunch
friend, my
aunt. She
took so
kindly to
me, that,
in the
course of
a few
weeks, she
shortened
my adopted
name of
Trotwood
into Trot;
and even
encouraged
me to
hope, that
if I went
on as I
had begun,
