Дэвид Копперфильд

I Look About Me, and Make a Discovery

           TheDoctor,whomadeasmuchofmygoingawayasifIweregoingtoChina,receivedmeasanhonouredguest;andcalledforalogofwoodtobethrownonthefire,thathemightseethefaceofhisoldpupilreddeningintheblaze.

           ‘IshallnotseemanymorenewfacesinTrotwood’sstead,Wickfield,’saidtheDoctor,warminghishands;‘Iamgettinglazy,andwantease.Ishallrelinquishallmyyoungpeopleinanothersixmonths,andleadaquieterlife.’

           ‘Youhavesaidso,anytimethesetenyears,Doctor,’Mr.Wickfieldanswered.

           ‘ButnowImeantodoit,’returnedtheDoctor.‘MyfirstmasterwillsucceedmeIaminearnestatlastsoyou’llsoonhavetoarrangeourcontracts,andtobindusfirmlytothem,likeacoupleofknaves.’

           ‘Andtotakecare,’saidMr.Wickfield,‘thatyou’renotimposedon,eh?Asyoucertainlywouldbe,inanycontractyoushouldmakeforyourself.Well!Iamready.Thereareworsetasksthanthat,inmycalling.’

           ‘Ishallhavenothingtothinkofthen,’saidtheDoctor,withasmile,‘butmyDictionary;andthisothercontract-bargainAnnie.’

           AsMr.Wickfieldglancedtowardsher,sittingattheteatablebyAgnes,sheseemedtometoavoidhislookwithsuchunwontedhesitationandtimidity,thathisattentionbecamefixeduponher,asifsomethingweresuggestedtohisthoughts.

           ‘ThereisapostcomeinfromIndia,Iobserve,’hesaid,afterashortsilence.

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