Дэвид Копперфильд

I Fall into Disgrace

           Ihaveagreatmanydefects,Iknow,andit’sverygoodofyou,Edward,withyourstrengthofmind,toendeavourtocorrectthemforme.Jane,Idon’tobjecttoanything.Ishouldbequitebroken-heartedifyouthoughtofleavingMymotherwastoomuchovercometogoon.

           ‘JaneMurdstone,’saidMr.Murdstonetohissister,‘anyharshwordsbetweenusare,Ihope,uncommon.Itisnotmyfaultthatsounusualanoccurrencehastakenplacetonight.Iwasbetrayedintoitbyanother.Norisityourfault.Youwerebetrayedintoitbyanother.Letusbothtrytoforgetit.Andasthis,’headded,afterthesemagnanimouswords,‘isnotafitscenefortheboyDavid,gotobed!’

           Icouldhardlyfindthedoor,throughthetearsthatstoodinmyeyes.Iwassosorryformymother’sdistress;butIgropedmywayout,andgropedmywayuptomyroominthedark,withoutevenhavingthehearttosaygoodnighttoPeggotty,ortogetacandlefromher.Whenhercominguptolookforme,anhourorsoafterwards,awokeme,shesaidthatmymotherhadgonetobedpoorly,andthatMr.andMissMurdstoneweresittingalone.

           Goingdownnextmorningratherearlierthanusual,Ipausedoutsidetheparlourdoor,onhearingmymother’svoice.ShewasveryearnestlyandhumblyentreatingMissMurdstone’spardon,whichthatladygranted,andaperfectreconciliationtookplace.

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