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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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One
thing
more
,
I
had
to
do
,
before
yielding
myself
to
the
shock
of
these
emotions
.
It
was
,
to
conceal
what
had
occurred
,
from
those
who
were
going
away
;
and
to
dismiss
them
on
their
voyage
in
happy
ignorance
.
In
this
,
no
time
was
to
be
lost
.
I
took
Mr
.
Micawber
aside
that
same
night
,
and
confided
to
him
the
task
of
standing
between
Mr
.
Peggotty
and
intelligence
of
the
late
catastrophe
.
He
zealously
undertook
to
do
so
,
and
to
intercept
any
newspaper
through
which
it
might
,
without
such
precautions
,
reach
him
.
‘
If
it
penetrates
to
him
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
striking
himself
on
the
breast
,
‘
it
shall
first
pass
through
this
body
!
’
Mr
.
Micawber
,
I
must
observe
,
in
his
adaptation
of
himself
to
a
new
state
of
society
,
had
acquired
a
bold
buccaneering
air
,
not
absolutely
lawless
,
but
defensive
and
prompt
.
One
might
have
supposed
him
a
child
of
the
wilderness
,
long
accustomed
to
live
out
of
the
confines
of
civilization
,
and
about
to
return
to
his
native
wilds
.
He
had
provided
himself
,
among
other
things
,
with
a
complete
suit
of
oilskin
,
and
a
straw
hat
with
a
very
low
crown
,
pitched
or
caulked
on
the
outside
.
In
this
rough
clothing
,
with
a
common
mariner
’
s
telescope
under
his
arm
,
and
a
shrewd
trick
of
casting
up
his
eye
at
the
sky
as
looking
out
for
dirty
weather
,
he
was
far
more
nautical
,
after
his
manner
,
than
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
His
whole
family
,
if
I
may
so
express
it
,
were
cleared
for
action
.
I
found
Mrs
.
Micawber
in
the
closest
and
most
uncompromising
of
bonnets
,
made
fast
under
the
chin
;
and
in
a
shawl
which
tied
her
up
(
as
I
had
been
tied
up
,
when
my
aunt
first
received
me
)
like
a
bundle
,
and
was
secured
behind
at
the
waist
,
in
a
strong
knot
.
Miss
Micawber
I
found
made
snug
for
stormy
weather
,
in
the
same
manner
;
with
nothing
superfluous
about
her
.
Master
Micawber
was
hardly
visible
in
a
Guernsey
shirt
,
and
the
shaggiest
suit
of
slops
I
ever
saw
;
and
the
children
were
done
up
,
like
preserved
meats
,
in
impervious
cases
.
Both
Mr
.
Micawber
and
his
eldest
son
wore
their
sleeves
loosely
turned
back
at
the
wrists
,
as
being
ready
to
lend
a
hand
in
any
direction
,
and
to
‘
tumble
up
’
,
or
sing
out
,
‘
Yeo
—
Heave
—
Yeo
!
’
on
the
shortest
notice
.
Thus
Traddles
and
I
found
them
at
nightfall
,
assembled
on
the
wooden
steps
,
at
that
time
known
as
Hungerford
Stairs
,
watching
the
departure
of
a
boat
with
some
of
their
property
on
board
.
I
had
told
Traddles
of
the
terrible
event
,
and
it
had
greatly
shocked
him
;
but
there
could
be
no
doubt
of
the
kindness
of
keeping
it
a
secret
,
and
he
had
come
to
help
me
in
this
last
service
.
It
was
here
that
I
took
Mr
.
Micawber
aside
,
and
received
his
promise
.
The
Micawber
family
were
lodged
in
a
little
,
dirty
,
tumble
-
down
public
-
house
,
which
in
those
days
was
close
to
the
stairs
,
and
whose
protruding
wooden
rooms
overhung
the
river
.
The
family
,
as
emigrants
,
being
objects
of
some
interest
in
and
about
Hungerford
,
attracted
so
many
beholders
,
that
we
were
glad
to
take
refuge
in
their
room
.
It
was
one
of
the
wooden
chambers
upstairs
,
with
the
tide
flowing
underneath
.
My
aunt
and
Agnes
were
there
,
busily
making
some
little
extra
comforts
,
in
the
way
of
dress
,
for
the
children
.
Peggotty
was
quietly
assisting
,
with
the
old
insensible
work
-
box
,
yard
-
measure
,
and
bit
of
wax
-
candle
before
her
,
that
had
now
outlived
so
much
.
It
was
not
easy
to
answer
her
inquiries
;
still
less
to
whisper
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
when
Mr
.
Micawber
brought
him
in
,
that
I
had
given
the
letter
,
and
all
was
well
.
But
I
did
both
,
and
made
them
happy
.
If
I
showed
any
trace
of
what
I
felt
,
my
own
sorrows
were
sufficient
to
account
for
it
.
