Дэвид Копперфильд

Little Em’ly

           Moreover,hehadseen,inthedistance,whathewassuremustbetheidenticalhouseofMr.Peggotty,withsmokecomingoutofthechimney;andhadhadagreatmind,hetoldme,towalkinandswearhewasmyselfgrownoutofknowledge.

           ‘Whendoyouproposetointroducemethere,Daisy?’hesaid.‘Iamatyourdisposal.Makeyourownarrangements.’

           ‘Why,Iwasthinkingthatthiseveningwouldbeagoodtime,Steerforth,whentheyareallsittingroundthefire.Ishouldlikeyoutoseeitwhenit’ssnug,it’ssuchacuriousplace.’

           ‘Sobeit!’returnedSteerforth.‘Thisevening.’

           ‘Ishallnotgivethemanynoticethatwearehere,youknow,’saidI,delighted.‘Wemusttakethembysurprise.’

           ‘Oh,ofcourse!It’snofun,’saidSteerforth,‘unlesswetakethembysurprise.Letusseethenativesintheiraboriginalcondition.’

           ‘ThoughtheyAREthatsortofpeoplethatyoumentioned,’Ireturned.

           ‘Aha!What!yourecollectmyskirmisheswithRosa,doyou?’heexclaimedwithaquicklook.‘Confoundthegirl,Iamhalfafraidofher.She’slikeagoblintome.Butnevermindher.Nowwhatareyougoingtodo?Youaregoingtoseeyournurse,Isuppose?’

           ‘Why,yes,’Isaid,‘ImustseePeggottyfirstofall.’

           ‘Well,’repliedSteerforth,lookingathiswatch.‘SupposeIdeliveryouuptobecriedoverforacoupleofhours.

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