Дэвид Копперфильд

Another Retrospect

           Sheisdressedinlavender-colouredsilk,andhasawhitebonneton,andisamazing.Janethasdressedher,andistheretolookatme.Peggottyisreadytogotochurch,intendingtobeholdtheceremonyfromthegallery.Mr.Dick,whoistogivemydarlingtomeatthealtar,hashadhishaircurled.Traddles,whomIhavetakenupbyappointmentattheturnpike,presentsadazzlingcombinationofcreamcolourandlightblue;andbothheandMr.Dickhaveageneraleffectaboutthemofbeingallgloves.

           NodoubtIseethis,becauseIknowitisso;butIamastray,andseemtoseenothing.NordoIbelieveanythingwhatever.Still,aswedrivealonginanopencarriage,thisfairymarriageisrealenoughtofillmewithasortofwonderingpityfortheunfortunatepeoplewhohavenopartinit,butaresweepingouttheshops,andgoingtotheirdailyoccupations.

           Myauntsitswithmyhandinhersalltheway.Whenwestopalittlewayshortofthechurch,toputdownPeggotty,whomwehavebroughtonthebox,shegivesitasqueeze,andmeakiss.

           ‘Godblessyou,Trot!Myownboynevercouldbedearer.IthinkofpoordearBabythismorning.’‘SodoI.AndofallIowetoyou,dearaunt.’

           ‘Tut,child!’saysmyaunt;andgivesherhandinoverflowingcordialitytoTraddles,whothengiveshistoMr.Dick,whothengiveshistome,whothengivesminetoTraddles,andthenwecometothechurchdoor.

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