Дэвид Копперфильд

Some Old Scenes, and Some New People

           Oh!’withadreadfulshiver,‘takemeoutofthesestreets,wherethewholetownknowsmefromachild!’

           AsEm’lyheldoutherhandtoHam,Isawhimputinitalittlecanvasbag.Shetookit,asifshethoughtitwereherpurse,andmadeasteportwoforward;butfindinghermistake,camebacktowherehehadretirednearme,andshowedittohim.

           ‘It’sallyourn,Em’ly,’Icouldhearhimsay.‘Ihaven’tnowtinallthewureldthatain’tyourn,mydear.Itain’tofnodelighttome,exceptforyou!’

           Thetearsrosefreshlyinhereyes,butsheturnedawayandwenttoMartha.Whatshegaveher,Idon’tknow.Isawherstoopingoverher,andputtingmoneyinherbosom.Shewhisperedsomething,assheaskedwasthatenough?‘Morethanenough,’theothersaid,andtookherhandandkissedit.

           ThenMarthaarose,andgatheringhershawlabouther,coveringherfacewithit,andweepingaloud,wentslowlytothedoor.Shestoppedamomentbeforegoingout,asifshewouldhaveutteredsomethingorturnedback;butnowordpassedherlips.Makingthesamelow,dreary,wretchedmoaninginhershawl,shewentaway.

           Asthedoorclosed,littleEm’lylookedatusthreeinahurriedmannerandthenhidherfaceinherhands,andfelltosobbing.

           ‘Doen’t,Em’ly!’saidHam,tappinghergentlyontheshoulder.

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