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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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The
only
circumstance
which
gave
me
any
new
hope
,
was
my
aunt
’
s
stopping
on
the
stairs
to
inquire
about
a
smell
of
fire
that
was
prevalent
there
;
and
janet
’
s
replying
that
she
had
been
making
tinder
down
in
the
kitchen
,
of
my
old
shirt
.
But
there
were
no
other
clothes
in
my
room
than
the
odd
heap
of
things
I
wore
;
and
when
I
was
left
there
,
with
a
little
taper
which
my
aunt
forewarned
me
would
burn
exactly
five
minutes
,
I
heard
them
lock
my
door
on
the
outside
.
Turning
these
things
over
in
my
mind
I
deemed
it
possible
that
my
aunt
,
who
could
know
nothing
of
me
,
might
suspect
I
had
a
habit
of
running
away
,
and
took
precautions
,
on
that
account
,
to
have
me
in
safe
keeping
.
The
room
was
a
pleasant
one
,
at
the
top
of
the
house
,
overlooking
the
sea
,
on
which
the
moon
was
shining
brilliantly
.
After
I
had
said
my
prayers
,
and
the
candle
had
burnt
out
,
I
remember
how
I
still
sat
looking
at
the
moonlight
on
the
water
,
as
if
I
could
hope
to
read
my
fortune
in
it
,
as
in
a
bright
book
;
or
to
see
my
mother
with
her
child
,
coming
from
Heaven
,
along
that
shining
path
,
to
look
upon
me
as
she
had
looked
when
I
last
saw
her
sweet
face
.
I
remember
how
the
solemn
feeling
with
which
at
length
I
turned
my
eyes
away
,
yielded
to
the
sensation
of
gratitude
and
rest
which
the
sight
of
the
white
-
curtained
bed
—
and
how
much
more
the
lying
softly
down
upon
it
,
nestling
in
the
snow
-
white
sheets
!
—
inspired
I
remember
how
I
thought
of
all
the
solitary
places
under
the
night
sky
where
I
had
slept
,
and
how
I
prayed
that
I
never
might
be
houseless
any
more
,
and
never
might
forget
the
houseless
.
I
remember
how
I
seemed
to
float
,
then
,
down
the
melancholy
glory
of
that
track
upon
the
sea
,
away
into
the
world
of
dreams
.
On
going
down
in
the
morning
,
I
found
my
aunt
musing
so
profoundly
over
the
breakfast
table
,
with
her
elbow
on
the
tray
,
that
the
contents
of
the
urn
had
overflowed
the
teapot
and
were
laying
the
whole
table
-
cloth
under
water
,
when
my
entrance
put
her
meditations
to
flight
.
I
felt
sure
that
I
had
been
the
subject
of
her
reflections
,
and
was
more
than
ever
anxious
to
know
her
intentions
towards
me
.
Yet
I
dared
not
express
my
anxiety
,
lest
it
should
give
her
offence
.
My
eyes
,
however
,
not
being
so
much
under
control
as
my
tongue
,
were
attracted
towards
my
aunt
very
often
during
breakfast
.
I
never
could
look
at
her
for
a
few
moments
together
but
I
found
her
looking
at
me
—
in
an
odd
thoughtful
manner
,
as
if
I
were
an
immense
way
off
,
instead
of
being
on
the
other
side
of
the
small
round
table
.
When
she
had
finished
her
breakfast
,
my
aunt
very
deliberately
leaned
back
in
her
chair
,
knitted
her
brows
,
folded
her
arms
,
and
contemplated
me
at
her
leisure
,
with
such
a
fixedness
of
attention
that
I
was
quite
overpowered
by
embarrassment
.
Not
having
as
yet
finished
my
own
breakfast
,
I
attempted
to
hide
my
confusion
by
proceeding
with
it
;
but
my
knife
tumbled
over
my
fork
,
my
fork
tripped
up
my
knife
,
I
chipped
bits
of
bacon
a
surprising
height
into
the
air
instead
of
cutting
them
for
my
own
eating
,
and
choked
myself
with
my
tea
,
which
persisted
in
going
the
wrong
way
instead
of
the
right
one
,
until
I
gave
in
altogether
,
and
sat
blushing
under
my
aunt
’
s
close
scrutiny
.
‘
Hallo
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
after
a
long
time
.
I
looked
up
,
and
met
her
sharp
bright
glance
respectfully
.
‘
I
have
written
to
him
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
To
—
?
’
‘
To
your
father
-
in
-
law
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
I
have
sent
him
a
letter
that
I
’
ll
trouble
him
to
attend
to
,
or
he
and
I
will
fall
out
,
I
can
tell
him
!
’
