Дэвид Копперфильд

The Sequel of My Resolution

           Whenshehadadministeredtheserestoratives,asIwasstillquitehysterical,andunabletocontrolmysobs,sheputmeonthesofa,withashawlundermyhead,andthehandkerchieffromherownheadundermyfeet,lestIshouldsullythecover;andthen,sittingherselfdownbehindthegreenfanorscreenIhavealreadymentioned,sothatIcouldnotseeherface,ejaculatedatintervals,‘Mercyonus!’lettingthoseexclamationsofflikeminuteguns.

           Afteratimesherangthebell.‘Janet,’saidmyaunt,whenherservantcamein.‘Goupstairs,givemycomplimentstoMr.Dick,andsayIwishtospeaktohim.’

           Janetlookedalittlesurprisedtoseemelyingstifflyonthesofa(Iwasafraidtomovelestitshouldbedispleasingtomyaunt),butwentonhererrand.Myaunt,withherhandsbehindher,walkedupanddowntheroom,untilthegentlemanwhohadsquintedatmefromtheupperwindowcameinlaughing.

           ‘Mr.Dick,’saidmyaunt,‘don’tbeafool,becausenobodycanbemorediscreetthanyoucan,whenyouchoose.Weallknowthat.Sodon’tbeafool,whateveryouare.’

           Thegentlemanwasseriousimmediately,andlookedatme,Ithought,asifhewouldentreatmetosaynothingaboutthewindow.

           ‘Mr.Dick,’saidmyaunt,‘youhaveheardmementionDavidCopperfield?Nowdon’tpretendnottohaveamemory,becauseyouandIknowbetter.’

           ‘DavidCopperfield?’saidMr.

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