Дэвид Копперфильд

The Sequel of My Resolution

           Traddlesstillremained,perhaps,butitwasverydoubtful;andIhadnotsufficientconfidenceinhisdiscretionorgoodluck,howeverstrongmyreliancewasonhisgoodnature,towishtotrusthimwithmysituation.SoIcreptawayfromthewallasMr.Creakle’sboysweregettingup,andstruckintothelongdustytrackwhichIhadfirstknowntobetheDoverRoadwhenIwasoneofthem,andwhenIlittleexpectedthatanyeyeswouldeverseemethewayfarerIwasnow,uponit.

           WhatadifferentSundaymorningfromtheoldSundaymorningatYarmouth!InduetimeIheardthechurch-bellsringing,asIploddedon;andImetpeoplewhoweregoingtochurch;andIpassedachurchortwowherethecongregationwereinside,andthesoundofsingingcameoutintothesunshine,whilethebeadlesatandcooledhimselfintheshadeoftheporch,orstoodbeneaththeyew-tree,withhishandtohisforehead,gloweringatmegoingby.ButthepeaceandrestoftheoldSundaymorningwereoneverything,exceptme.Thatwasthedifference.Ifeltquitewickedinmydirtanddust,withmytangledhair.ButforthequietpictureIhadconjuredup,ofmymotherinheryouthandbeauty,weepingbythefire,andmyauntrelentingtoher,IhardlythinkIshouldhavehadthecouragetogoonuntilnextday.Butitalwayswentbeforeme,andIfollowed.

           Igot,thatSunday,throughthree-and-twentymilesonthestraightroad,thoughnotveryeasily,forIwasnewtothatkindoftoil.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 293 из 1418