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05-02-大卫·科波菲尔 [16]

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到具体的事做,他们认为他应该去德文时刻准备着,等待机遇的降临。”她放下空酒杯。
  “您跟他一起走吗,夫人?”我问。
  “我必须去!我一定去!”米考伯太太的声音高得都要尖叫起来,“他是我的生命!我的爱!我的丈夫!孩子们的父亲!我不能抛弃米考伯先生!要我那么做绝对不成!”
  我觉得很尴尬,因为我压根儿就没让她抛弃他,但她很快又平静下来,吃完了她的晚餐。我开始习惯米考伯夫妇的情绪的大起大落了。
  米考伯夫妇按预定计划离开伦敦的同时,我才意识到我在这个城市中将会孤身一人。我仍然讨厌仓库的工作,总想让自己生活得好一些。为此我考虑了很久,终于决定走唯一的一条路。我要去找我唯一活着的亲人,我父亲的姨妈贝茜·特拉伍德小姐,并争取她的帮助。我知道她住在肯特郡的多佛镇附近。我可以坐马车去,因为辟果提给过我10先令,她让我留着以备急需之用。现在是用这笔钱的时候了。


■ 4 David and his aunt
  So,after helping the Micawbers to pack their few clothes,and waving goodbye to them at the coach sta-tion on their way to Devon,I went to the warehouse for my last day at work.I did not tell anyone I would not be coming back the following week. In the evening I packed my case,and put the ten shillings in the little purse Peggotty had once given me.I looked around for someone to help me with my case, which was rather heavy for me, and saw a tall young man with a horse and cart passing by.
  ‘Could you please take my case to the coach station?’ I asked him politely. The young man put the case into his cart. Then, looking round quickly to make sure there were no witnesses, he pushed me roughly against the wall and took my purse out of my trembling hand. Before I could say a word, he had driven the horse and cart down the road and out of sight round the corner.I knew I would never see him, my case or my ten shillings again. I sat down on the pavement and cried. Now I had lost ev-erything I owned in the world, and had no money for the coach fare to Dover.In the end I decided I would have to walk there, and I started the long journey. It took me six days to cover the hundred kilometres, as I got tired very easily, and had to rest.I sold my jacket for a shilling,so that I could buy bread and milk on the way,and at night I slept in disused farm buildings or under trees.Sometimes I was afraid of the dangerous-looking beggars and thieves I met on the road,but I knew I had to keep going.As I walked,I thought of my mother's gentle,pretty face.I felt sure she would approve of what I was doing,and that encouraged me to continue.
  But when I arrived in Dover,it seemed a much larger town than I had imagined.I spent a whole morning asking people if they knew where Miss Betsey Trotwood lived.Finally I found someone who recognized the name and showed me the way to her house.I stood at her front door,in the neat little garden,for a few moments,trembling with fear,and wondering what my aunt would think of me.My face and hands were dirty,my hair was unbrushed,and my clothes were torn and dusty.Perhaps she wouldn't even want to invite me into her house!
  Just then a handsome but strict-looking grey-haired woman came out of the door towards me.I knew she must be my aunt.
  ‘Go away!'she said crossly.‘I don't allow anyone to walk on my grass!’
  ‘Please,madam,’I said bravely,‘please,aunt…’
  ‘WHAT?’cried Miss Betsey in great surprise.
  ‘Please,aunt,I'm your nephew.’
  ‘Good heavens!’she cried,and sat down rather suddenly on the grass.
  ‘I'm David Copper field,your nephew's son,of Blunder stone in Suffolk,where you came on the night I was born,and saw my dear mother.I've been very unhappy
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