Дэвид Копперфильд

The Sequel of My Resolution

           

           ‘Oh,myeyesandlimbs!’hethencried,peepinghideouslyoutoftheshop,afteralongpause,‘willyougofortwopencemore?’

           ‘Ican’t,’Isaid;‘Ishallbestarved.’

           ‘Oh,mylungsandliver,willyougoforthreepence?’

           ‘Iwouldgofornothing,ifIcould,’Isaid,‘butIwantthemoneybadly.’

           ‘Oh,go-roo!’(itisreallyimpossibletoexpresshowhetwistedthisejaculationoutofhimself,ashepeepedroundthedoor-postatme,showingnothingbuthiscraftyoldhead);‘willyougoforfourpence?’

           IwassofaintandwearythatIclosedwiththisoffer;andtakingthemoneyoutofhisclaw,notwithouttrembling,wentawaymorehungryandthirstythanIhadeverbeen,alittlebeforesunset.ButatanexpenseofthreepenceIsoonrefreshedmyselfcompletely;and,beinginbetterspiritsthen,limpedsevenmilesuponmyroad.

           Mybedatnightwasunderanotherhaystack,whereIrestedcomfortably,afterhavingwashedmyblisteredfeetinastream,anddressedthemaswellasIwasable,withsomecoolleaves.WhenItooktheroadagainnextmorning,Ifoundthatitlaythroughasuccessionofhop-groundsandorchards.Itwassufficientlylateintheyearfortheorchardstoberuddywithripeapples;andinafewplacesthehop-pickerswerealreadyatwork.

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