Дэвид Копперфильд

The Beginning of a Longer Journey

           Shewalkedamong‘emwithmychild,mindingonlyher;andbroughthersafeout,inthedeadofthenight,fromthatblackpitofruin!

           ‘SheattendedonEm’ly,’saidMr.Peggotty,whohadreleasedmyhand,andputhisownhandonhisheavingchest;‘sheattendedtomyEm’ly,lyingweariedout,andwanderingbetwixtwhiles,tilllatenextday.Thenshewentinsearchofme;theninsearchofyou,Mas’rDavy.Shedidn’ttellEm’lywhatshecomeoutfur,lesther‘artshouldfail,andsheshouldthinkofhidingofherself.Howthecruelladyknow’dofherbeingtheer,Ican’tsay.WhetherhimasIhavespokesomuchof,chancedtosee‘emgoingtheer,orwhether(whichismostlike,tomythinking)hehadheerditfromthewoman,Idoen’tgreatlyaskmyself.Mynieceisfound.

           ‘Allnightlong,’saidMr.Peggotty,‘wehavebeentogether,Em’lyandme.’Tislittle(consideringthetime)asshehassaid,inwureds,throughthembroken-heartedtears;’tislessasIhaveseenofherdearface,asgrow’dintoawoman’satmyhearth.But,allnightlong,herarmshasbeenaboutmyneck;andherheadhaslaidheer;andweknowsfullwell,aswecanputourtrustinoneanother,evermore.’

           Heceasedtospeak,andhishanduponthetablerestedthereinperfectrepose,witharesolutioninitthatmighthaveconqueredlions.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 1178 из 1418