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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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That
there
was
no
hope
of
escape
from
it
,
unless
the
escape
was
my
own
act
,
I
knew
quite
well
.
I
rarely
heard
from
Miss
Murdstone
,
and
never
from
Mr
.
Murdstone
:
but
two
or
three
parcels
of
made
or
mended
clothes
had
come
up
for
me
,
consigned
to
Mr
.
Quinion
,
and
in
each
there
was
a
scrap
of
paper
to
the
effect
that
J
.
M
.
trusted
D
.
C
.
was
applying
himself
to
business
,
and
devoting
himself
wholly
to
his
duties
—
not
the
least
hint
of
my
ever
being
anything
else
than
the
common
drudge
into
which
I
was
fast
settling
down
.
The
very
next
day
showed
me
,
while
my
mind
was
in
the
first
agitation
of
what
it
had
conceived
,
that
Mrs
.
Micawber
had
not
spoken
of
their
going
away
without
warrant
.
They
took
a
lodging
in
the
house
where
I
lived
,
for
a
week
;
at
the
expiration
of
which
time
they
were
to
start
for
Plymouth
.
Mr
.
Micawber
himself
came
down
to
the
counting
-
house
,
in
the
afternoon
,
to
tell
Mr
.
Quinion
that
he
must
relinquish
me
on
the
day
of
his
departure
,
and
to
give
me
a
high
character
,
which
I
am
sure
I
deserved
.
And
Mr
.
Quinion
,
calling
in
Tipp
the
carman
,
who
was
a
married
man
,
and
had
a
room
to
let
,
quartered
me
prospectively
on
him
—
by
our
mutual
consent
,
as
he
had
every
reason
to
think
;
for
I
said
nothing
,
though
my
resolution
was
now
taken
.
I
passed
my
evenings
with
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
during
the
remaining
term
of
our
residence
under
the
same
roof
;
and
I
think
we
became
fonder
of
one
another
as
the
time
went
on
.
On
the
last
Sunday
,
they
invited
me
to
dinner
;
and
we
had
a
loin
of
pork
and
apple
sauce
,
and
a
pudding
.
I
had
bought
a
spotted
wooden
horse
over
-
night
as
a
parting
gift
to
little
Wilkins
Micawber
—
that
was
the
boy
—
and
a
doll
for
little
Emma
.
I
had
also
bestowed
a
shilling
on
the
Orfling
,
who
was
about
to
be
disbanded
.
We
had
a
very
pleasant
day
,
though
we
were
all
in
a
tender
state
about
our
approaching
separation
.
‘
I
shall
never
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
‘
revert
to
the
period
when
Mr
.
Micawber
was
in
difficulties
,
without
thinking
of
you
.
Your
conduct
has
always
been
of
the
most
delicate
and
obliging
description
.
You
have
never
been
a
lodger
.
You
have
been
a
friend
.
’
‘
My
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
;
‘
Copperfield
,
’
for
so
he
had
been
accustomed
to
call
me
,
of
late
,
‘
has
a
heart
to
feel
for
the
distresses
of
his
fellow
-
creatures
when
they
are
behind
a
cloud
,
and
a
head
to
plan
,
and
a
hand
to
—
in
short
,
a
general
ability
to
dispose
of
such
available
property
as
could
be
made
away
with
.
’
I
expressed
my
sense
of
this
commendation
,
and
said
I
was
very
sorry
we
were
going
to
lose
one
another
.
‘
My
dear
young
friend
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
I
am
older
than
you
;
a
man
of
some
experience
in
life
,
and
—
and
of
some
experience
,
in
short
,
in
difficulties
,
generally
speaking
.
At
present
,
and
until
something
turns
up
(
which
I
am
,
I
may
say
,
hourly
expecting
)
,
I
have
nothing
to
bestow
but
advice
.
Still
my
advice
is
so
far
worth
taking
,
that
—
in
short
,
that
I
have
never
taken
it
myself
,
and
am
the
’
—
here
Mr
.
Micawber
,
who
had
been
beaming
and
smiling
,
all
over
his
head
and
face
,
up
to
the
present
moment
,
checked
himself
and
frowned
—
‘
the
miserable
wretch
you
behold
.
’
