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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Are
you
reconciled
?
’
I
could
not
say
Yes
,
I
could
not
say
No
.
She
slightly
turned
her
head
towards
the
spot
where
Rosa
Dartle
had
been
standing
at
her
elbow
,
and
in
that
moment
I
said
,
by
the
motion
of
my
lips
,
to
Rosa
,
‘
Dead
!
’
That
Mrs
.
Steerforth
might
not
be
induced
to
look
behind
her
,
and
read
,
plainly
written
,
what
she
was
not
yet
prepared
to
know
,
I
met
her
look
quickly
;
but
I
had
seen
Rosa
Dartle
throw
her
hands
up
in
the
air
with
vehemence
of
despair
and
horror
,
and
then
clasp
them
on
her
face
.
The
handsome
lady
—
so
like
,
oh
so
like
!
—
regarded
me
with
a
fixed
look
,
and
put
her
hand
to
her
forehead
.
I
besought
her
to
be
calm
,
and
prepare
herself
to
bear
what
I
had
to
tell
;
but
I
should
rather
have
entreated
her
to
weep
,
for
she
sat
like
a
stone
figure
.
‘
When
I
was
last
here
,
’
I
faltered
,
‘
Miss
Dartle
told
me
he
was
sailing
here
and
there
.
The
night
before
last
was
a
dreadful
one
at
sea
.
If
he
were
at
sea
that
night
,
and
near
a
dangerous
coast
,
as
it
is
said
he
was
;
and
if
the
vessel
that
was
seen
should
really
be
the
ship
which
—
—
’
‘
Rosa
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
‘
come
to
me
!
’
She
came
,
but
with
no
sympathy
or
gentleness
.
Her
eyes
gleamed
like
fire
as
she
confronted
his
mother
,
and
broke
into
a
frightful
laugh
.
‘
Now
,
’
she
said
,
‘
is
your
pride
appeased
,
you
madwoman
?
Now
has
he
made
atonement
to
you
—
with
his
life
!
Do
you
hear
?
—
His
life
!
’
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
fallen
back
stiffly
in
her
chair
,
and
making
no
sound
but
a
moan
,
cast
her
eyes
upon
her
with
a
wide
stare
.
