Дэвид Копперфильд

Little Em’ly

           Hecomestoseeyou,alongwithMas’rDavy,onthebrightestnightofyouruncle’slifeaseverwasorwillbe,Gormthet’otherone,andhorroarforit!’

           Afterdeliveringthisspeechallinabreath,andwithextraordinaryanimationandpleasure,Mr.Peggottyputoneofhislargehandsrapturouslyoneachsideofhisniece’sface,andkissingitadozentimes,laiditwithagentleprideandloveuponhisbroadchest,andpatteditasifhishandhadbeenalady’s.Thenhelethergo;andassheranintothelittlechamberwhereIusedtosleep,lookedrounduponus,quitehotandoutofbreathwithhisuncommonsatisfaction.

           ‘Ifyoutwogent’lmengent’lmengrowednow,andsuchgent’lmensaidMr.Peggotty.

           ‘Soth’are,soth’are!’criedHam.‘Wellsaid!Soth’are.Mas’rDavybor’gent’lmengrowedsoth’are!’

           ‘Ifyoutwogent’lmen,gent’lmengrowed,’saidMr.Peggotty,‘don’tex-cusemeforbeinginastateofmind,whenyouunderstandmatters,I’llarksyourpardon.Em’ly,mydear!SheknowsI’magoingtotell,’herehisdelightbrokeoutagain,‘andhasmadeoff.Wouldyoubesogoodaslookarterher,Mawther,foraminute?’

           Mrs.Gummidgenoddedanddisappeared.

           ‘Ifthisain’t,’saidMr.Peggotty,sittingdownamongusbythefire,‘thebrightestnighto’mylife,I’mashellfishbiledtoo-andmoreIcan’tsay.

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