-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Дэвид Копперфильд
-
- Стр. 669/820
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
With
those
words
he
took
her
up
in
his
arms
;
and
,
with
the
veiled
face
lying
on
his
bosom
,
and
addressed
towards
his
own
,
carried
her
,
motionless
and
unconscious
,
down
the
stairs
.
It
was
yet
early
in
the
morning
of
the
following
day
,
when
,
as
I
was
walking
in
my
garden
with
my
aunt
(
who
took
little
other
exercise
now
,
being
so
much
in
attendance
on
my
dear
Dora
)
,
I
was
told
that
Mr
.
Peggotty
desired
to
speak
with
me
.
He
came
into
the
garden
to
meet
me
half
-
way
,
on
my
going
towards
the
gate
;
and
bared
his
head
,
as
it
was
always
his
custom
to
do
when
he
saw
my
aunt
,
for
whom
he
had
a
high
respect
.
I
had
been
telling
her
all
that
had
happened
overnight
.
Without
saying
a
word
,
she
walked
up
with
a
cordial
face
,
shook
hands
with
him
,
and
patted
him
on
the
arm
.
It
was
so
expressively
done
,
that
she
had
no
need
to
say
a
word
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
understood
her
quite
as
well
as
if
she
had
said
a
thousand
.
‘
I
’
ll
go
in
now
,
Trot
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
and
look
after
Little
Blossom
,
who
will
be
getting
up
presently
.
’
‘
Not
along
of
my
being
heer
,
ma
’
am
,
I
hope
?
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
Unless
my
wits
is
gone
a
bahd
’
s
neezing
’
—
by
which
Mr
.
Peggotty
meant
to
say
,
bird
’
s
-
nesting
—
‘
this
morning
,
’
tis
along
of
me
as
you
’
re
a
-
going
to
quit
us
?
’
‘
You
have
something
to
say
,
my
good
friend
,
’
returned
my
aunt
,
‘
and
will
do
better
without
me
.
’
‘
By
your
leave
,
ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
I
should
take
it
kind
,
pervising
you
doen
’
t
mind
my
clicketten
,
if
you
’
d
bide
heer
.
’
‘
Would
you
?
’
said
my
aunt
,
with
short
good
-
nature
.
‘
Then
I
am
sure
I
will
!
’
So
,
she
drew
her
arm
through
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
,
and
walked
with
him
to
a
leafy
little
summer
-
house
there
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
garden
,
where
she
sat
down
on
a
bench
,
and
I
beside
her
.
There
was
a
seat
for
Mr
.
Peggotty
too
,
but
he
preferred
to
stand
,
leaning
his
hand
on
the
small
rustic
table
.
As
he
stood
,
looking
at
his
cap
for
a
little
while
before
beginning
to
speak
,
I
could
not
help
observing
what
power
and
force
of
character
his
sinewy
hand
expressed
,
and
what
a
good
and
trusty
companion
it
was
to
his
honest
brow
and
iron
-
grey
hair
.
‘
I
took
my
dear
child
away
last
night
,
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
began
,
as
he
raised
his
eyes
to
ours
,
‘
to
my
lodging
,
wheer
I
have
a
long
time
been
expecting
of
her
and
preparing
fur
her
.
It
was
hours
afore
she
knowed
me
right
;
and
when
she
did
,
she
kneeled
down
at
my
feet
,
and
kiender
said
to
me
,
as
if
it
was
her
prayers
,
how
it
all
come
to
be
.
You
may
believe
me
,
when
I
heerd
her
voice
,
as
I
had
heerd
at
home
so
playful
—
and
see
her
humbled
,
as
it
might
be
in
the
dust
our
Saviour
wrote
in
with
his
blessed
hand
—
I
felt
a
wownd
go
to
my
‘
art
,
in
the
midst
of
all
its
thankfulness
.
’
