Дэвид Копперфильд

A Loss

           Theprospectofthechangeandseparation,andallthat,is,asonemaysay,closetoherandfarawayfromher,bothatonce.Barkis’sdeathneedn’tputitoffmuch,buthislingeringmight.Anyway,it’sanuncertainstateofmatters,yousee.’

           ‘Isee,’saidI.

           ‘Consequently,’pursuedMr.Omer,‘Em’ly’sstillalittledown,andalittlefluttered;perhaps,uponthewhole,she’smoresothanshewas.Everydaysheseemstogetfonderandfonderofheruncle,andmorelothtopartfromallofus.Akindwordfrommebringsthetearsintohereyes;andifyouwastoseeherwithmydaughterMinnie’slittlegirl,you’dneverforgetit.Blessmyheartalive!’saidMr.Omer,pondering,‘howshelovesthatchild!’

           Havingsofavourableanopportunity,itoccurredtometoaskMr.Omer,beforeourconversationshouldbeinterruptedbythereturnofhisdaughterandherhusband,whetherheknewanythingofMartha.

           ‘Ah!’herejoined,shakinghishead,andlookingverymuchdejected.‘Nogood.Asadstory,sir,howeveryoucometoknowit.Ineverthoughttherewasharminthegirl.Iwouldn’twishtomentionitbeforemydaughterMinnieforshe’dtakemeupdirectlybutIneverdid.Noneofuseverdid.’

           Mr.Omer,hearinghisdaughter’sfootstepbeforeIheardit,touchedmewithhispipe,andshutuponeeye,asacaution.Sheandherhusbandcameinimmediatelyafterwards.

           Theirreportwas,thatMr.

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