Дэвид Копперфильд

I Assist at an Explosion

           HEEP,andonlyHEEP,isthemainspringofthatmachine.HEEP,andonlyHEEP,istheForgerandtheCheat.”’

           Uriah,morebluethanwhiteatthesewords,madeadartattheletter,asiftotearitinpieces.Mr.Micawber,withaperfectmiracleofdexterityorluck,caughthisadvancingknuckleswiththeruler,anddisabledhisrighthand.Itdroppedatthewrist,asifitwerebroken.Theblowsoundedasifithadfallenonwood.

           ‘TheDeviltakeyou!’saidUriah,writhinginanewwaywithpain.‘I’llbeevenwithyou.’

           ‘Approachmeagain,youyouyouHEEPofinfamy,’gaspedMr.Micawber,‘andifyourheadishuman,I’llbreakit.Comeon,comeon!

           IthinkIneversawanythingmoreridiculousIwassensibleofit,evenatthetimethanMr.Micawbermakingbroad-swordguardswiththeruler,andcrying,‘Comeon!’whileTraddlesandIpushedhimbackintoacorner,fromwhich,asoftenaswegothimintoit,hepersistedinemergingagain.

           Hisenemy,mutteringtohimself,afterwringinghiswoundedhandforsometime,slowlydrewoffhisneck-kerchiefandbounditup;thenhelditinhisotherhand,andsatuponhistablewithhissullenfacelookingdown.

           Mr.Micawber,whenhewassufficientlycool,proceededwithhisletter.

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