Дэвид Копперфильд

I Observe

           

           ‘Oh,Davy!’remonstratedmymother.

           ‘Dearboy!’saidthegentleman.‘Icannotwonderathisdevotion!’

           Ineversawsuchabeautifulcolouronmymother’sfacebefore.Shegentlychidmeforbeingrude;and,keepingmeclosetohershawl,turnedtothankthegentlemanfortakingsomuchtroubleastobringherhome.Sheputoutherhandtohimasshespoke,and,ashemetitwithhisown,sheglanced,Ithought,atme.

           ‘Letussay“goodnight”,myfineboy,’saidthegentleman,whenhehadbenthisheadIsawhim!overmymother’slittleglove.

           ‘Goodnight!’saidI.

           ‘Come!Letusbethebestfriendsintheworld!’saidthegentleman,laughing.‘Shakehands!’

           Myrighthandwasinmymother’sleft,soIgavehimtheother.

           ‘Why,that’stheWronghand,Davy!’laughedthegentleman.

           Mymotherdrewmyrighthandforward,butIwasresolved,formyformerreason,nottogiveithim,andIdidnot.Igavehimtheother,andheshookitheartily,andsaidIwasabravefellow,andwentaway.

           AtthisminuteIseehimturnroundinthegarden,andgiveusalastlookwithhisill-omenedblackeyes,beforethedoorwasshut.

           Peggotty,whohadnotsaidawordormovedafinger,securedthefasteningsinstantly,andweallwentintotheparlour.

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