Дэвид Копперфильд

The Beginning of a Long Journey

           Peggottybeingalonetogether,andhehavingfallenasleepinperfectexhaustion,shebrokeintoahalf-suppressedfitofsobbingandcrying,andtakingmetothedoor,said,‘Everblessyou,Mas’rDavy,beafriendtohim,poordear!’Then,sheimmediatelyranoutofthehousetowashherface,inorderthatshemightsitquietlybesidehim,andbefoundatworkthere,whenheshouldawake.InshortIlefther,whenIwentawayatnight,thepropandstaffofMr.Peggotty’saffliction;andIcouldnotmeditateenoughuponthelessonthatIreadinMrs.Gummidge,andthenewexperiencesheunfoldedtome.

           Itwasbetweennineandteno’clockwhen,strollinginamelancholymannerthroughthetown,IstoppedatMr.Omer’sdoor.Mr.Omerhadtakenitsomuchtoheart,hisdaughtertoldme,thathehadbeenverylowandpoorlyallday,andhadgonetobedwithouthispipe.

           ‘Adeceitful,bad-heartedgirl,’saidMrs.Joram.‘Therewasnogoodinher,ever!’

           ‘Don’tsayso,’Ireturned.‘Youdon’tthinkso.’

           ‘Yes,Ido!’criedMrs.Joram,angrily.

           ‘No,no,’saidI.

           Mrs.Joramtossedherhead,endeavouringtobeverysternandcross;butshecouldnotcommandhersofterself,andbegantocry.Iwasyoung,tobesure;butIthoughtmuchthebetterofherforthissympathy,andfancieditbecameher,asavirtuouswifeandmother,verywellindeed.

           ‘Whatwillsheeverdo!’sobbedMinnie.

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