Дэвид Копперфильд

The Sequel of My Resolution

           Dick,whodidnotappeartometoremembermuchaboutit.‘DavidCopperfield?Ohyes,tobesure.David,certainly.’

           ‘Well,’saidmyaunt,‘thisishisboyhisson.Hewouldbeaslikehisfatherasit’spossibletobe,ifhewasnotsolikehismother,too.’

           ‘Hisson?’saidMr.Dick.‘David’sson?Indeed!’

           ‘Yes,’pursuedmyaunt,‘andhehasdoneaprettypieceofbusiness.Hehasrunaway.Ah!Hissister,BetseyTrotwood,neverwouldhaverunaway.’Myauntshookherheadfirmly,confidentinthecharacterandbehaviourofthegirlwhoneverwasborn.

           ‘Oh!youthinkshewouldn’thaverunaway?’saidMr.Dick.

           ‘Blessandsavetheman,’exclaimedmyaunt,sharply,‘howhetalks!Don’tIknowshewouldn’t?Shewouldhavelivedwithhergod-mother,andweshouldhavebeendevotedtooneanother.Where,inthenameofwonder,shouldhissister,BetseyTrotwood,haverunfrom,orto?’

           ‘Nowhere,’saidMr.Dick.

           ‘Wellthen,’returnedmyaunt,softenedbythereply,‘howcanyoupretendtobewool-gathering,Dick,whenyouareassharpasasurgeon’slancet?Now,hereyouseeyoungDavidCopperfield,andthequestionIputtoyouis,whatshallIdowithhim?’

           ‘Whatshallyoudowithhim?’saidMr.Dick,feebly,scratchinghishead.‘Oh!dowithhim?’

           ‘Yes,’saidmyaunt,withagravelook,andherforefingerheldup.

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