Холодный дом

Telescopic Philanthropy

           IopeneditsoftlyandfoundMissJellybyshiveringtherewithabrokencandleinabrokencandlestickinonehandandanegg-cupintheother."Goodnight!"shesaidverysulkily."Goodnight!"saidI."MayIcomein?"sheshortlyandunexpectedlyaskedmeinthesamesulkyway."Certainly,"saidI."Don’twakeMissClare."Shewouldnotsitdown,butstoodbythefiredippingherinkymiddlefingerintheegg-cup,whichcontainedvinegar,andsmearingitovertheinkstainsonherface,frowningthewholetimeandlookingverygloomy."IwishAfricawasdead!"shesaidonasudden.Iwasgoingtoremonstrate."Ido!"shesaid"Don’ttalktome,MissSummerson.Ihateitanddetestit.It’sabeast!"Itoldhershewastired,andIwassorry.Iputmyhanduponherhead,andtouchedherforehead,andsaiditwashotnowbutwouldbecoolto-morrow.Shestillstoodpoutingandfrowningatme,butpresentlyputdownheregg-cupandturnedsoftlytowardsthebedwhereAdalay."Sheisverypretty!"shesaidwiththesameknittedbrowandinthesameuncivilmanner.Iassentedwithasmile."Anorphan.Ain’tshe?""Yes.""Butknowsaquantity,Isuppose?Candance,andplaymusic,andsing?ShecantalkFrench,Isuppose,anddogeography,andglobes,andneedlework,andeverything?""Nodoubt,"saidI."Ican’t,"shereturned."Ican’tdoanythinghardly,exceptwrite.I’malwayswritingforMa.Iwonderyoutwowerenotashamedofyourselvestocomeinthisafternoonandseemeabletodonothingelse.Itwaslikeyourillnature.

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