Дэвид Копперфильд

The New Wound, and the Old

           

           ‘Areyoureconciled?’

           IcouldnotsayYes,IcouldnotsayNo.SheslightlyturnedherheadtowardsthespotwhereRosaDartlehadbeenstandingatherelbow,andinthatmomentIsaid,bythemotionofmylips,toRosa,‘Dead!’

           ThatMrs.Steerforthmightnotbeinducedtolookbehindher,andread,plainlywritten,whatshewasnotyetpreparedtoknow,Imetherlookquickly;butIhadseenRosaDartlethrowherhandsupintheairwithvehemenceofdespairandhorror,andthenclaspthemonherface.

           Thehandsomeladysolike,ohsolike!regardedmewithafixedlook,andputherhandtoherforehead.Ibesoughthertobecalm,andprepareherselftobearwhatIhadtotell;butIshouldratherhaveentreatedhertoweep,forshesatlikeastonefigure.

           ‘WhenIwaslasthere,’Ifaltered,‘MissDartletoldmehewassailinghereandthere.Thenightbeforelastwasadreadfuloneatsea.Ifhewereatseathatnight,andnearadangerouscoast,asitissaidhewas;andifthevesselthatwasseenshouldreallybetheshipwhich

           ‘Rosa!’saidMrs.Steerforth,‘cometome!’

           Shecame,butwithnosympathyorgentleness.Hereyesgleamedlikefireassheconfrontedhismother,andbrokeintoafrightfullaugh.

           ‘Now,’shesaid,‘isyourprideappeased,youmadwoman?Nowhashemadeatonementtoyouwithhislife!Doyouhear?Hislife!’

           Mrs.

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