Большие ожидания

Chapter 39

           

           Ireadwithmywatchuponthetable,purposingtoclosemybookateleveno’clock.AsIshutit,SaintPaul’s,andallthemanychurch-clocksintheCitysomeleading,someaccompanying,somefollowingstruckthathour.Thesoundwascuriouslyflawedbythewind;andIwaslistening,andthinkinghowthewindassailedandtoreit,whenIheardafootsteponthestair.

           Whatnervousfollymademestart,andawfullyconnectitwiththefootstepofmydeadsister,mattersnot.Itwaspastinamoment,andIlistenedagain,andheardthefootstepstumbleincomingon.Rememberingthen,thatthestaircase-lightswereblownout,Itookupmyreading-lampandwentouttothestair-head.Whoeverwasbelowhadstoppedonseeingmylamp,forallwasquiet.

           "Thereissomeonedownthere,istherenot?"Icalledout,lookingdown.

           "Yes,"saidavoicefromthedarknessbeneath.

           "Whatfloordoyouwant?"

           "Thetop.Mr.Pip."

           "Thatismyname.Thereisnothingthematter?"

           "Nothingthematter,"returnedthevoice.Andthemancameon.

           Istoodwithmylampheldoutoverthestair-rail,andhecameslowlywithinitslight.Itwasashadedlamp,toshineuponabook,anditscircleoflightwasverycontracted;sothathewasinitforamereinstant,andthenoutofit.

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