Дэвид Копперфильд

I Make Another Beginning

           Therewasacertainrichnessinhiscomplexion,whichIhadbeenlongaccustomed,underPeggotty’stuition,toconnectwithportwine;andIfancieditwasinhisvoicetoo,andreferredhisgrowingcorpulencytothesamecause.Hewasverycleanlydressed,inabluecoat,stripedwaistcoat,andnankeentrousers;andhisfinefrilledshirtandcambricneckclothlookedunusuallysoftandwhite,remindingmystrollingfancy(Icalltomind)oftheplumageonthebreastofaswan.

           ‘Thisismynephew,’saidmyaunt.

           ‘Wasn’tawareyouhadone,MissTrotwood,’saidMr.Wickfield.

           ‘Mygrand-nephew,thatistosay,’observedmyaunt.

           ‘Wasn’tawareyouhadagrand-nephew,Igiveyoumyword,’saidMr.Wickfield.

           ‘Ihaveadoptedhim,’saidmyaunt,withawaveofherhand,importingthathisknowledgeandhisignorancewereallonetoher,‘andIhavebroughthimhere,toputtoaschoolwherehemaybethoroughlywelltaught,andwelltreated.Nowtellmewherethatschoolis,andwhatitis,andallaboutit.’

           ‘BeforeIcanadviseyouproperly,’saidMr.Wickfield‘theoldquestion,youknow.What’syourmotiveinthis?’

           ‘Deucetaketheman!’exclaimedmyaunt.‘Alwaysfishingformotives,whenthey’reonthesurface!Why,tomakethechildhappyanduseful.’

           ‘Itmustbeamixedmotive,Ithink,’saidMr.Wickfield,shakinghisheadandsmilingincredulously.

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