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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
The
race
that
one
has
started
in
,
’
said
he
.
‘
Ride
on
!
’
I
noticed
,
I
remember
,
as
he
paused
,
looking
at
me
with
his
handsome
head
a
little
thrown
back
,
and
his
glass
raised
in
his
hand
,
that
,
though
the
freshness
of
the
sea
-
wind
was
on
his
face
,
and
it
was
ruddy
,
there
were
traces
in
it
,
made
since
I
last
saw
it
,
as
if
he
had
applied
himself
to
some
habitual
strain
of
the
fervent
energy
which
,
when
roused
,
was
so
passionately
roused
within
him
.
I
had
it
in
my
thoughts
to
remonstrate
with
him
upon
his
desperate
way
of
pursuing
any
fancy
that
he
took
—
such
as
this
buffeting
of
rough
seas
,
and
braving
of
hard
weather
,
for
example
-
when
my
mind
glanced
off
to
the
immediate
subject
of
our
conversation
again
,
and
pursued
that
instead
.
‘
I
tell
you
what
,
Steerforth
,
’
said
I
,
‘
if
your
high
spirits
will
listen
to
me
—
—
’
‘
They
are
potent
spirits
,
and
will
do
whatever
you
like
,
’
he
answered
,
moving
from
the
table
to
the
fireside
again
.
‘
Then
I
tell
you
what
,
Steerforth
.
I
think
I
will
go
down
and
see
my
old
nurse
.
It
is
not
that
I
can
do
her
any
good
,
or
render
her
any
real
service
;
but
she
is
so
attached
to
me
that
my
visit
will
have
as
much
effect
on
her
,
as
if
I
could
do
both
.
She
will
take
it
so
kindly
that
it
will
be
a
comfort
and
support
to
her
.
It
is
no
great
effort
to
make
,
I
am
sure
,
for
such
a
friend
as
she
has
been
to
me
.
Wouldn
’
t
you
go
a
day
’
s
journey
,
if
you
were
in
my
place
?
’
His
face
was
thoughtful
,
and
he
sat
considering
a
little
before
he
answered
,
in
a
low
voice
,
‘
Well
!
Go
.
You
can
do
no
harm
.
’
‘
You
have
just
come
back
,
’
said
I
,
‘
and
it
would
be
in
vain
to
ask
you
to
go
with
me
?
’
‘
Quite
,
’
he
returned
.
‘
I
am
for
Highgate
tonight
.
I
have
not
seen
my
mother
this
long
time
,
and
it
lies
upon
my
conscience
,
for
it
’
s
something
to
be
loved
as
she
loves
her
prodigal
son
.
—
Bah
!
Nonsense
!
—
You
mean
to
go
tomorrow
,
I
suppose
?
’
he
said
,
holding
me
out
at
arm
’
s
length
,
with
a
hand
on
each
of
my
shoulders
.
