1 My entrance, and my saying what I wanted, roused her.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 16. I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES THAN ONE 2 We alighted at one of the entrances to the Square she had mentioned, where I directed the coach to wait, not knowing but that we might have some occasion for it.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 50. Mr. PEGGOTTY'S DREAM COMES TRUE 3 This, indeed, he might easily have been if he had been less absorbed, for footsteps fell noiselessly on the sandy ground outside; but even my entrance failed to rouse him.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 22. SOME OLD SCENES, AND SOME NEW PEOPLE 4 If I came into the room where they were, and they were talking together and my mother seemed cheerful, an anxious cloud would steal over her face from the moment of my entrance.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 8. MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON 5 A murmur of voices had been audible on the outside, and, at the moment of our entrance, a clapping of hands: which latter noise, I was surprised to see, proceeded from the generally disconsolate Mrs. Gummidge.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 21. LITTLE EM'LY 6 There was a covered way across a little paved court, to an entrance that was never used; and there was one round staircase window, at odds with all the rest, and the only one unshaded by a blind, which had the same unoccupied blank look.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 46. INTELLIGENCE 7 It passed rapidly, as may be supposed, to one entranced as I was; and yet it gave me so many occasions for knowing Steerforth better, and admiring him more in a thousand respects, that at its close I seemed to have been with him for a much longer time.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 21. LITTLE EM'LY 8 On going down in the morning, I found my aunt musing so profoundly over the breakfast table, with her elbow on the tray, that the contents of the urn had overflowed the teapot and were laying the whole table-cloth under water, when my entrance put her meditations to flight.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 14. MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND ABOUT ME