Дэвид Копперфильд

Intelligence

           Shemaybedead!’

           Thevauntingcrueltywithwhichshemetmyglance,IneversawexpressedinanyotherfacethateverIhaveseen.

           ‘Towishherdead,’saidI,‘maybethekindestwishthatoneofherownsexcouldbestowuponher.Iamgladthattimehassoftenedyousomuch,MissDartle.’

           Shecondescendedtomakenoreply,but,turningonmewithanotherscornfullaugh,said:

           ‘Thefriendsofthisexcellentandmuch-injuredyoungladyarefriendsofyours.Youaretheirchampion,andasserttheirrights.Doyouwishtoknowwhatisknownofher?’

           ‘Yes,’saidI.

           Sherosewithanill-favouredsmile,andtakingafewstepstowardsawallofhollythatwasnearathand,dividingthelawnfromakitchen-garden,said,inaloudervoice,‘Comehere!’asifshewerecallingtosomeuncleanbeast.

           ‘Youwillrestrainanydemonstrativechampionshiporvengeanceinthisplace,ofcourse,Mr.Copperfield?’saidshe,lookingoverhershoulderatmewiththesameexpression.

           Iinclinedmyhead,withoutknowingwhatshemeant;andshesaid,‘Comehere!’again;andreturned,followedbytherespectableMr.Littimer,who,withundiminishedrespectability,mademeabow,andtookuphispositionbehindher.

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