Дэвид Копперфильд

I Enlarge My Circle of Acquaintance

           

           ‘Comehere!’saidthemanwiththewoodenleg,repeatingthegesture.

           ‘Ihavethehappinessofknowingyourfather-in-law,’whisperedMr.Creakle,takingmebytheear;‘andaworthymanheis,andamanofastrongcharacter.Heknowsme,andIknowhim.DoYOUknowme?Hey?’saidMr.Creakle,pinchingmyearwithferociousplayfulness.

           ‘Notyet,sir,’Isaid,flinchingwiththepain.

           ‘Notyet?Hey?’repeatedMr.Creakle.‘Butyouwillsoon.Hey?’

           ‘Youwillsoon.Hey?’repeatedthemanwiththewoodenleg.Iafterwardsfoundthathegenerallyacted,withhisstrongvoice,asMr.Creakle’sinterpretertotheboys.

           Iwasverymuchfrightened,andsaid,Ihopedso,ifhepleased.Ifelt,allthiswhile,asifmyearwereblazing;hepincheditsohard.

           ‘I’lltellyouwhatIam,’whisperedMr.Creakle,lettingitgoatlast,withascrewatpartingthatbroughtthewaterintomyeyes.‘I’maTartar.’

           ‘ATartar,’saidthemanwiththewoodenleg.

           ‘WhenIsayI’lldoathing,Idoit,’saidMr.Creakle;‘andwhenIsayIwillhaveathingdone,Iwillhaveitdone.’

           ‘-Willhaveathingdone,Iwillhaveitdone,’repeatedthemanwiththewoodenleg.

           ‘Iamadeterminedcharacter,’saidMr.Creakle.‘That’swhatIam.Idomyduty.That’swhatIdo.Myfleshandblood’helookedatMrs.

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