Дэвид Копперфильд

I Am Sent Away from Home

           Ishouldsayhewasletmeseehowoldareyou,about?’

           Itoldhimbetweeneightandnine.

           ‘That’sjusthisage,’hesaid.‘Hewaseightyearsandsixmonthsoldwhentheybrokehisfirstrib;eightyearsandeightmonthsoldwhentheybrokehissecond,anddidforhim.’

           Icouldnotdisguisefrommyself,orfromthewaiter,thatthiswasanuncomfortablecoincidence,andinquiredhowitwasdone.Hisanswerwasnotcheeringtomyspirits,foritconsistedoftwodismalwords,‘Withwhopping.’

           Theblowingofthecoach-hornintheyardwasaseasonablediversion,whichmademegetupandhesitatinglyinquire,inthemingledprideanddiffidenceofhavingapurse(whichItookoutofmypocket),iftherewereanythingtopay.

           ‘There’sasheetofletter-paper,’hereturned.‘Didyoueverbuyasheetofletter-paper?’

           IcouldnotrememberthatIeverhad.

           ‘It’sdear,’hesaid,‘onaccountoftheduty.Threepence.That’sthewaywe’retaxedinthiscountry.There’snothingelse,exceptthewaiter.Nevermindtheink.Ilosebythat.’

           ‘WhatshouldyouwhatshouldIhowmuchoughtItowhatwoulditberighttopaythewaiter,ifyouplease?’Istammered,blushing.

           ‘IfIhadn’tafamily,andthatfamilyhadn’tthecowpock,’saidthewaiter,‘Iwouldn’ttakeasixpence.

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