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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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Somebody
was
leaning
out
of
my
bedroom
window
,
refreshing
his
forehead
against
the
cool
stone
of
the
parapet
,
and
feeling
the
air
upon
his
face
.
It
was
myself
.
I
was
addressing
myself
as
‘
Copperfield
’
,
and
saying
,
‘
Why
did
you
try
to
smoke
?
You
might
have
known
you
couldn
’
t
do
it
.
’
Now
,
somebody
was
unsteadily
contemplating
his
features
in
the
looking
-
glass
.
That
was
I
too
.
I
was
very
pale
in
the
looking
-
glass
;
my
eyes
had
a
vacant
appearance
;
and
my
hair
—
only
my
hair
,
nothing
else
—
looked
drunk
.
Somebody
said
to
me
,
‘
Let
us
go
to
the
theatre
,
Copperfield
!
’
There
was
no
bedroom
before
me
,
but
again
the
jingling
table
covered
with
glasses
;
the
lamp
;
Grainger
on
my
right
hand
,
Markham
on
my
left
,
and
Steerforth
opposite
—
all
sitting
in
a
mist
,
and
a
long
way
off
.
The
theatre
?
To
be
sure
.
The
very
thing
.
Come
along
!
But
they
must
excuse
me
if
I
saw
everybody
out
first
,
and
turned
the
lamp
off
—
in
case
of
fire
.
Owing
to
some
confusion
in
the
dark
,
the
door
was
gone
.
I
was
feeling
for
it
in
the
window
-
curtains
,
when
Steerforth
,
laughing
,
took
me
by
the
arm
and
led
me
out
.
We
went
downstairs
,
one
behind
another
.
Near
the
bottom
,
somebody
fell
,
and
rolled
down
.
Somebody
else
said
it
was
Copperfield
.
I
was
angry
at
that
false
report
,
until
,
finding
myself
on
my
back
in
the
passage
,
I
began
to
think
there
might
be
some
foundation
for
it
.
A
very
foggy
night
,
with
great
rings
round
the
lamps
in
the
streets
!
There
was
an
indistinct
talk
of
its
being
wet
.
I
considered
it
frosty
.
Steerforth
dusted
me
under
a
lamp
-
post
,
and
put
my
hat
into
shape
,
which
somebody
produced
from
somewhere
in
a
most
extraordinary
manner
,
for
I
hadn
’
t
had
it
on
before
.
Steerforth
then
said
,
‘
You
are
all
right
,
Copperfield
,
are
you
not
?
’
and
I
told
him
,
‘
Neverberrer
.
’
A
man
,
sitting
in
a
pigeon
-
hole
-
place
,
looked
out
of
the
fog
,
and
took
money
from
somebody
,
inquiring
if
I
was
one
of
the
gentlemen
paid
for
,
and
appearing
rather
doubtful
(
as
I
remember
in
the
glimpse
I
had
of
him
)
whether
to
take
the
money
for
me
or
not
.
Shortly
afterwards
,
we
were
very
high
up
in
a
very
hot
theatre
,
looking
down
into
a
large
pit
,
that
seemed
to
me
to
smoke
;
the
people
with
whom
it
was
crammed
were
so
indistinct
.
There
was
a
great
stage
,
too
,
looking
very
clean
and
smooth
after
the
streets
;
and
there
were
people
upon
it
,
talking
about
something
or
other
,
but
not
at
all
intelligibly
.
There
was
an
abundance
of
bright
lights
,
and
there
was
music
,
and
there
were
ladies
down
in
the
boxes
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
what
more
.
The
whole
building
looked
to
me
as
if
it
were
learning
to
swim
;
it
conducted
itself
in
such
an
unaccountable
manner
,
when
I
tried
to
steady
it
.
On
somebody
’
s
motion
,
we
resolved
to
go
downstairs
to
the
dress
-
boxes
,
where
the
ladies
were
.
A
gentleman
lounging
,
full
dressed
,
on
a
sofa
,
with
an
opera
-
glass
in
his
hand
,
passed
before
my
view
,
and
also
my
own
figure
at
full
length
in
a
glass
.
Then
I
was
being
ushered
into
one
of
these
boxes
,
and
found
myself
saying
something
as
I
sat
down
,
and
people
about
me
crying
‘
Silence
!
’
to
somebody
,
and
ladies
casting
indignant
glances
at
me
,
and
—
what
!
yes
!
—
Agnes
,
sitting
on
the
seat
before
me
,
in
the
same
box
,
with
a
lady
and
gentleman
beside
her
,
whom
I
didn
’
t
know
.
I
see
her
face
now
,
better
than
I
did
then
,
I
dare
say
,
with
its
indelible
look
of
regret
and
wonder
turned
upon
me
.
‘
Agnes
!
’
I
said
,
thickly
,
‘
Lorblessmer
!
Agnes
!
’
