Дэвид Копперфильд

Mr. Dick fulfils my aunt’s Predictions

           IdonothopethatanyloveanddutyImayrenderinreturn,willevermakemeworthyofyourpricelessconfidence;butwithallthisknowledgefreshuponme,Icanliftmyeyestothisdearface,reveredasafather’s,lovedasahusband’s,sacredtomeinmychildhoodasafriend’s,andsolemnlydeclarethatinmylightestthoughtIhaveneverwrongedyou;neverwaveredintheloveandthefidelityIoweyou!’

           ShehadherarmsaroundtheDoctor’sneck,andheleanthisheaddownoverher,minglinghisgreyhairwithherdarkbrowntresses.

           ‘Oh,holdmetoyourheart,myhusband!Nevercastmeout!Donotthinkorspeakofdisparitybetweenus,forthereisnone,exceptinallmymanyimperfections.EverysucceedingyearIhaveknownthisbetter,asIhaveesteemedyoumoreandmore.Oh,takemetoyourheart,myhusband,formylovewasfoundedonarock,anditendures!’

           Inthesilencethatensued,myauntwalkedgravelyuptoMr.Dick,withoutatallhurryingherself,andgavehimahugandasoundingkiss.Anditwasveryfortunate,withaviewtohiscredit,thatshedidso;forIamconfidentthatIdetectedhimatthatmomentintheactofmakingpreparationstostandononeleg,asanappropriateexpressionofdelight.

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