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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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When
I
found
myself
on
the
familiar
Highgate
road
,
pursuing
such
a
different
errand
from
that
old
one
of
pleasure
,
with
which
it
was
associated
,
it
seemed
as
if
a
complete
change
had
come
on
my
whole
life
.
But
that
did
not
discourage
me
.
With
the
new
life
,
came
new
purpose
,
new
intention
.
Great
was
the
labour
;
priceless
the
reward
.
Dora
was
the
reward
,
and
Dora
must
be
won
.
I
got
into
such
a
transport
,
that
I
felt
quite
sorry
my
coat
was
not
a
little
shabby
already
.
I
wanted
to
be
cutting
at
those
trees
in
the
forest
of
difficulty
,
under
circumstances
that
should
prove
my
strength
.
I
had
a
good
mind
to
ask
an
old
man
,
in
wire
spectacles
,
who
was
breaking
stones
upon
the
road
,
to
lend
me
his
hammer
for
a
little
while
,
and
let
me
begin
to
beat
a
path
to
Dora
out
of
granite
.
I
stimulated
myself
into
such
a
heat
,
and
got
so
out
of
breath
,
that
I
felt
as
if
I
had
been
earning
I
don
’
t
know
how
much
.
In
this
state
,
I
went
into
a
cottage
that
I
saw
was
to
let
,
and
examined
it
narrowly
,
—
for
I
felt
it
necessary
to
be
practical
.
It
would
do
for
me
and
Dora
admirably
:
with
a
little
front
garden
for
Jip
to
run
about
in
,
and
bark
at
the
tradespeople
through
the
railings
,
and
a
capital
room
upstairs
for
my
aunt
.
I
came
out
again
,
hotter
and
faster
than
ever
,
and
dashed
up
to
Highgate
,
at
such
a
rate
that
I
was
there
an
hour
too
early
;
and
,
though
I
had
not
been
,
should
have
been
obliged
to
stroll
about
to
cool
myself
,
before
I
was
at
all
presentable
.
My
first
care
,
after
putting
myself
under
this
necessary
course
of
preparation
,
was
to
find
the
Doctor
’
s
house
.
It
was
not
in
that
part
of
Highgate
where
Mrs
.
Steerforth
lived
,
but
quite
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
little
town
.
When
I
had
made
this
discovery
,
I
went
back
,
in
an
attraction
I
could
not
resist
,
to
a
lane
by
Mrs
.
Steerforth
’
s
,
and
looked
over
the
corner
of
the
garden
wall
.
His
room
was
shut
up
close
.
The
conservatory
doors
were
standing
open
,
and
Rosa
Dartle
was
walking
,
bareheaded
,
with
a
quick
,
impetuous
step
,
up
and
down
a
gravel
walk
on
one
side
of
the
lawn
.
She
gave
me
the
idea
of
some
fierce
thing
,
that
was
dragging
the
length
of
its
chain
to
and
fro
upon
a
beaten
track
,
and
wearing
its
heart
out
.
I
came
softly
away
from
my
place
of
observation
,
and
avoiding
that
part
of
the
neighbourhood
,
and
wishing
I
had
not
gone
near
it
,
strolled
about
until
it
was
ten
o
’
clock
.
The
church
with
the
slender
spire
,
that
stands
on
the
top
of
the
hill
now
,
was
not
there
then
to
tell
me
the
time
.
An
old
red
-
brick
mansion
,
used
as
a
school
,
was
in
its
place
;
and
a
fine
old
house
it
must
have
been
to
go
to
school
at
,
as
I
recollect
it
.
When
I
approached
the
Doctor
’
s
cottage
—
a
pretty
old
place
,
on
which
he
seemed
to
have
expended
some
money
,
if
I
might
judge
from
the
embellishments
and
repairs
that
had
the
look
of
being
just
completed
—
I
saw
him
walking
in
the
garden
at
the
side
,
gaiters
and
all
,
as
if
he
had
never
left
off
walking
since
the
days
of
my
pupilage
.
He
had
his
old
companions
about
him
,
too
;
for
there
were
plenty
of
high
trees
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
two
or
three
rooks
were
on
the
grass
,
looking
after
him
,
as
if
they
had
been
written
to
about
him
by
the
Canterbury
rooks
,
and
were
observing
him
closely
in
consequence
.
Knowing
the
utter
hopelessness
of
attracting
his
attention
from
that
distance
,
I
made
bold
to
open
the
gate
,
and
walk
after
him
,
so
as
to
meet
him
when
he
should
turn
round
.
When
he
did
,
and
came
towards
me
,
he
looked
at
me
thoughtfully
for
a
few
moments
,
evidently
without
thinking
about
me
at
all
;
and
then
his
benevolent
face
expressed
extraordinary
pleasure
,
and
he
took
me
by
both
hands
.
‘
Why
,
my
dear
Copperfield
,
’
said
the
Doctor
,
‘
you
are
a
man
!
How
do
you
do
?
I
am
delighted
to
see
you
.
My
dear
Copperfield
,
how
very
much
you
have
improved
!
You
are
quite
—
yes
—
dear
me
!
’
I
hoped
he
was
well
,
and
Mrs
.
Strong
too
.
