Дэвид Копперфильд

The Beginning of a Long Journey

           

           IwasblendingitwiththedeathbedofthelateMr.Barkis,andwasdrivingoutwiththetidetowardsthedistanceatwhichHamhadlookedsosingularlyinthemorning,whenIwasrecalledfrommywanderingsbyaknockatthedoor.Therewasaknockeruponthedoor,butitwasnotthatwhichmadethesound.Thetapwasfromahand,andlowdownuponthedoor,asifitweregivenbyachild.

           Itmademestartasmuchasifithadbeentheknockofafootmantoapersonofdistinction.Iopenedthedoor;andatfirstlookeddown,tomyamazement,onnothingbutagreatumbrellathatappearedtobewalkingaboutofitself.ButpresentlyIdiscoveredunderneathit,MissMowcher.

           Imightnothavebeenpreparedtogivethelittlecreatureaverykindreception,if,onherremovingtheumbrella,whichherutmosteffortswereunabletoshutup,shehadshownmethe‘volatile’expressionoffacewhichhadmadesogreatanimpressiononmeatourfirstandlastmeeting.Butherface,assheturnedituptomine,wassoearnest;andwhenIrelievedheroftheumbrella(whichwouldhavebeenaninconvenientonefortheIrishGiant),shewrungherlittlehandsinsuchanafflictedmanner;thatIratherinclinedtowardsher.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 741 из 1418