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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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My
dinner
went
away
almost
untasted
,
and
I
tried
to
refresh
myself
with
a
glass
or
two
of
wine
.
In
vain
.
I
fell
into
a
dull
slumber
before
the
fire
,
without
losing
my
consciousness
,
either
of
the
uproar
out
of
doors
,
or
of
the
place
in
which
I
was
.
Both
became
overshadowed
by
a
new
and
indefinable
horror
;
and
when
I
awoke
—
or
rather
when
I
shook
off
the
lethargy
that
bound
me
in
my
chair
-
my
whole
frame
thrilled
with
objectless
and
unintelligible
fear
.
I
walked
to
and
fro
,
tried
to
read
an
old
gazetteer
,
listened
to
the
awful
noises
:
looked
at
faces
,
scenes
,
and
figures
in
the
fire
.
At
length
,
the
steady
ticking
of
the
undisturbed
clock
on
the
wall
tormented
me
to
that
degree
that
I
resolved
to
go
to
bed
.
It
was
reassuring
,
on
such
a
night
,
to
be
told
that
some
of
the
inn
-
servants
had
agreed
together
to
sit
up
until
morning
.
I
went
to
bed
,
exceedingly
weary
and
heavy
;
but
,
on
my
lying
down
,
all
such
sensations
vanished
,
as
if
by
magic
,
and
I
was
broad
awake
,
with
every
sense
refined
.
For
hours
I
lay
there
,
listening
to
the
wind
and
water
;
imagining
,
now
,
that
I
heard
shrieks
out
at
sea
;
now
,
that
I
distinctly
heard
the
firing
of
signal
guns
;
and
now
,
the
fall
of
houses
in
the
town
.
I
got
up
,
several
times
,
and
looked
out
;
but
could
see
nothing
,
except
the
reflection
in
the
window
-
panes
of
the
faint
candle
I
had
left
burning
,
and
of
my
own
haggard
face
looking
in
at
me
from
the
black
void
.
At
length
,
my
restlessness
attained
to
such
a
pitch
,
that
I
hurried
on
my
clothes
,
and
went
downstairs
.
In
the
large
kitchen
,
where
I
dimly
saw
bacon
and
ropes
of
onions
hanging
from
the
beams
,
the
watchers
were
clustered
together
,
in
various
attitudes
,
about
a
table
,
purposely
moved
away
from
the
great
chimney
,
and
brought
near
the
door
.
A
pretty
girl
,
who
had
her
ears
stopped
with
her
apron
,
and
her
eyes
upon
the
door
,
screamed
when
I
appeared
,
supposing
me
to
be
a
spirit
;
but
the
others
had
more
presence
of
mind
,
and
were
glad
of
an
addition
to
their
company
.
One
man
,
referring
to
the
topic
they
had
been
discussing
,
asked
me
whether
I
thought
the
souls
of
the
collier
-
crews
who
had
gone
down
,
were
out
in
the
storm
?
I
remained
there
,
I
dare
say
,
two
hours
.
Once
,
I
opened
the
yard
-
gate
,
and
looked
into
the
empty
street
.
The
sand
,
the
sea
-
weed
,
and
the
flakes
of
foam
,
were
driving
by
;
and
I
was
obliged
to
call
for
assistance
before
I
could
shut
the
gate
again
,
and
make
it
fast
against
the
wind
.
There
was
a
dark
gloom
in
my
solitary
chamber
,
when
I
at
length
returned
to
it
;
but
I
was
tired
now
,
and
,
getting
into
bed
again
,
fell
—
off
a
tower
and
down
a
precipice
—
into
the
depths
of
sleep
.
I
have
an
impression
that
for
a
long
time
,
though
I
dreamed
of
being
elsewhere
and
in
a
variety
of
scenes
,
it
was
always
blowing
in
my
dream
.
At
length
,
I
lost
that
feeble
hold
upon
reality
,
and
was
engaged
with
two
dear
friends
,
but
who
they
were
I
don
’
t
know
,
at
the
siege
of
some
town
in
a
roar
of
cannonading
.
The
thunder
of
the
cannon
was
so
loud
and
incessant
,
that
I
could
not
hear
something
I
much
desired
to
hear
,
until
I
made
a
great
exertion
and
awoke
.
It
was
broad
day
—
eight
or
nine
o
’
clock
;
the
storm
raging
,
in
lieu
of
the
batteries
;
and
someone
knocking
and
calling
at
my
door
.
‘
What
is
the
matter
?
’
I
cried
.
‘
A
wreck
!
Close
by
!
’
