But I was no
sooner turned towards it, than my reproachful young seemed
to point that way with a ready finger; and I felt, all the more for the
sinking of my spirits, that it was my nest, and that my mother was my
comforter and friend.
sooner turned towards it, than my reproachful young seemed
to point that way with a ready finger; and I felt, all the more for the
sinking of my spirits, that it was my nest, and that my mother was my
comforter and friend.
Dickens - David Copperfield
