Дэвид Копперфильд

Steerforth’s Home

           Shehasacoupleofthousandpoundsofherown,andsavestheinterestofiteveryyear,toaddtotheprincipal.There’sthehistoryofMissRosaDartleforyou.’

           ‘AndIhavenodoubtshelovesyoulikeabrother?’saidI.

           ‘Humph!’retortedSteerforth,lookingatthefire.‘Somebrothersarenotlovedovermuch;andsomelovebuthelpyourself,Copperfield!We’lldrinkthedaisiesofthefield,incomplimenttoyou;andtheliliesofthevalleythattoilnot,neitherdotheyspin,incomplimenttomethemoreshameforme!’Amoodysmilethathadoverspreadhisfeaturesclearedoffashesaidthismerrily,andhewashisownfrank,winningselfagain.

           Icouldnothelpglancingatthescarwithapainfulinterestwhenwewentintotea.ItwasnotlongbeforeIobservedthatitwasthemostsusceptiblepartofherface,andthat,whensheturnedpale,thatmarkalteredfirst,andbecameadull,lead-colouredstreak,lengtheningouttoitsfullextent,likeamarkininvisibleinkbroughttothefire.TherewasalittlealtercationbetweenherandSteerforthaboutacastofthediceatbackgammon-whenIthoughther,foronemoment,inastormofrage;andthenIsawitstartforthliketheoldwritingonthewall.

           ItwasnomatterofwondertometofindMrs.Steerforthdevotedtoherson.Sheseemedtobeabletospeakorthinkaboutnothingelse.

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