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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Who
’
s
the
man
?
I
want
to
know
his
name
.
’
Ham
glanced
at
me
,
and
suddenly
I
felt
a
shock
that
struck
me
back
.
‘
There
’
s
a
man
suspected
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
Who
is
it
?
’
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
’
implored
Ham
.
‘
Go
out
a
bit
,
and
let
me
tell
him
what
I
must
.
You
doen
’
t
ought
to
hear
it
,
sir
.
’
I
felt
the
shock
again
.
I
sank
down
in
a
chair
,
and
tried
to
utter
some
reply
;
but
my
tongue
was
fettered
,
and
my
sight
was
weak
.
‘
I
want
to
know
his
name
!
’
I
heard
said
once
more
.
‘
For
some
time
past
,
’
Ham
faltered
,
‘
there
’
s
been
a
servant
about
here
,
at
odd
times
.
There
’
s
been
a
gen
’
lm
’
n
too
.
Both
of
‘
em
belonged
to
one
another
.
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
stood
fixed
as
before
,
but
now
looking
at
him
.
‘
The
servant
,
’
pursued
Ham
,
‘
was
seen
along
with
—
our
poor
girl
—
last
night
.
He
’
s
been
in
hiding
about
here
,
this
week
or
over
.
He
was
thought
to
have
gone
,
but
he
was
hiding
.
Doen
’
t
stay
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
doen
’
t
!
’
I
felt
Peggotty
’
s
arm
round
my
neck
,
but
I
could
not
have
moved
if
the
house
had
been
about
to
fall
upon
me
.
