Эмма

Chapter 4

           —Well—(sittingdownagain)—goon—whatelse?"

           "Andhadyoureallysomeathandyourself?IamsureIneversuspectedit,youdiditsonaturally."

           "Andsoyouactuallyputthispieceofcourt-plaisterbyforhissake!"saidEmma,recoveringfromherstateofshameandfeelingdividedbetweenwonderandamusement.Andsecretlysheaddedtoherself,"Lordblessme!whenshouldIeverhavethoughtofputtingbyincottonapieceofcourt-plaisterthatFrankChurchillhadbeenpullingabout!Ineverwasequaltothis."

           "Here,"resumedHarriet,turningtoherboxagain,"hereissomethingstillmorevaluable,Imeanthathasbeenmorevaluable,becausethisiswhatdidreallyoncebelongtohim,whichthecourt-plaisterneverdid."

           Emmawasquiteeagertoseethissuperiortreasure.Itwastheendofanoldpencil—thepartwithoutanylead.

           "Thiswasreallyhis,"saidHarriet.—"Donotyourememberonemorning?—no,Idaresayyoudonot.Butonemorning—Iforgetexactlytheday—butperhapsitwastheTuesdayorWednesdaybeforethatevening,hewantedtomakeamemoranduminhispocket-book;itwasaboutspruce-beer.Mr.Knightleyhadbeentellinghimsomethingaboutbrewingspruce-beer,andhewantedtoputitdown;butwhenhetookouthispencil,therewassolittleleadthathesooncutitallaway,anditwouldnotdo,soyoulenthimanother,andthiswasleftuponthetableasgoodfornothing.

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