Дэвид Копперфильд

A Greater Loss

           Godblessall!I’llprayforall,often,onmyknees.Ifhedon’tbringmebackalady,andIdon’tprayformyownself,I’llprayforall.Mypartinglovetouncle.Mylasttears,andmylastthanks,foruncle!”’

           Thatwasall.

           Hestood,longafterIhadceasedtoread,stilllookingatme.AtlengthIventuredtotakehishand,andtoentreathim,aswellasIcould,toendeavourtogetsomecommandofhimself.Hereplied,‘Ithankee,sir,Ithankee!’withoutmoving.

           Hamspoketohim.Mr.PeggottywassofarsensibleofHISaffliction,thathewrunghishand;but,otherwise,heremainedinthesamestate,andnoonedaredtodisturbhim.

           Slowly,atlast,hemovedhiseyesfrommyface,asifhewerewakingfromavision,andcastthemroundtheroom.Thenhesaid,inalowvoice:

           ‘Who’stheman?Iwanttoknowhisname.’

           Hamglancedatme,andsuddenlyIfeltashockthatstruckmeback.

           ‘There’samansuspected,’saidMr.Peggotty.‘Whoisit?’

           ‘Mas’rDavy!’imploredHam.‘Gooutabit,andletmetellhimwhatImust.Youdoen’toughttohearit,sir.’

           Ifelttheshockagain.Isankdowninachair,andtriedtouttersomereply;butmytonguewasfettered,andmysightwasweak.

           ‘Iwanttoknowhisname!’Iheardsaidoncemore.

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