Дэвид Копперфильд

I Fall into Captivity

           

           ‘Cheerup,sir,’saidMrs.Crupp.‘Ican’tabeartoseeyouso,sir:I’mamothermyself.’

           Ididnotquiteperceivetheapplicationofthisfacttomyself,butIsmiledonMrs.Crupp,asbenignlyaswasinmypower.

           ‘Come,sir,’saidMrs.Crupp.‘Excuseme.Iknowwhatitis,sir.There’saladyinthecase.’

           ‘Mrs.Crupp?’Ireturned,reddening.

           ‘Oh,blessyou!Keepagoodheart,sir!’saidMrs.Crupp,noddingencouragement.‘Neversaydie,sir!IfShedon’tsmileuponyou,there’samanyaswill.Youareayounggentlemantobesmiledon,Mr.Copperfull,andyoumustlearnyourwalue,sir.’

           Mrs.CruppalwayscalledmeMr.Copperfull:firstly,nodoubt,becauseitwasnotmyname;andsecondly,Iaminclinedtothink,insomeindistinctassociationwithawashing-day.

           ‘Whatmakesyousupposethereisanyyoungladyinthecase,Mrs.Crupp?’saidI.

           ‘Mr.Copperfull,’saidMrs.Crupp,withagreatdealoffeeling,‘I’mamothermyself.’

           ForsometimeMrs.Cruppcouldonlylayherhanduponhernankeenbosom,andfortifyherselfagainstreturningpainwithsipsofhermedicine.Atlengthshespokeagain.

           ‘Whenthepresentsetweretookforyoubyyourdearaunt,Mr.Copperfull,’saidMrs.Crupp,‘myremarkwere,IhadnowfoundsummunIcouldcarefor.

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