Дэвид Копперфильд

I Fall into Disgrace

           

           TheyhadpersuadedherthatIwasawickedfellow,andshewasmoresorryforthatthanformygoingaway.Ifeltitsorely.Itriedtoeatmypartingbreakfast,butmytearsdroppeduponmybread-and-butter,andtrickledintomytea.Isawmymotherlookatmesometimes,andthenglanceatthewatchfulMissMurdstone,andthanlookdown,orlookaway.

           ‘MasterCopperfield’sboxthere!’saidMissMurdstone,whenwheelswereheardatthegate.

           IlookedforPeggotty,butitwasnotshe;neithershenorMr.Murdstoneappeared.Myformeracquaintance,thecarrier,wasatthedoor.theboxwastakenouttohiscart,andliftedin.

           ‘Clara!’saidMissMurdstone,inherwarningnote.

           ‘Ready,mydearJane,’returnedmymother.‘Good-bye,Davy.Youaregoingforyourowngood.Good-bye,mychild.Youwillcomehomeintheholidays,andbeabetterboy.’

           ‘Clara!’MissMurdstonerepeated.

           ‘Certainly,mydearJane,’repliedmymother,whowasholdingme.‘Iforgiveyou,mydearboy.Godblessyou!’

           ‘Clara!’MissMurdstonerepeated.

           MissMurdstonewasgoodenoughtotakemeouttothecart,andtosayonthewaythatshehopedIwouldrepent,beforeIcametoabadend;andthenIgotintothecart,andthelazyhorsewalkedoffwithit.

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