David Copperfield

Chapter 125 Two Interesting Confessors (2)
Chapter 61 Two Funny Confessors (2)
His greeting aroused the unanimous praise of the people present.I have a feeling that we were all touched by the nobility of his willingness to condescend to greet us.

"The twenty-seventh," asked Mr. Krigul, "how do you feel today?"

"I'm very comfortable, sir!" Julia Heep replied.

"You've always been like that! Number 27," said Mr. Crigul.

At this point, another gentleman asked with great concern: "Are you very comfortable?"

"Yes, thank you, sir!" replied Julia Heep, "it's much more comfortable here than I've ever lived outside. I realize my fault, sir, and I'm comfortable because I get it."

So a third man pushed forward and asked, "How do you like the beef here?"

"Thank you for asking, sir!" replied Julia Heep. "The beef is a little tougher than I like, but it is my duty to bear it." I will bear the result without complaint. "After that, No. 27 stood among us, and he felt as if he was a major contributor in the Museum of Merit. At this time, No. 28 was also released.

Because I was so surprised, when Mr. Li Timo came out reading a good book, I was also surprised, but I could only listen to it.

"On the 28th," said a gentleman with spectacles who had been too late to speak, "my good friend, you complained last week that Coco was not good. Now what?"

"Thank you for asking, sir," said Mr. Litimo. "The cocoa has been boiled much better since last week, but I would venture to say, sir, that I do not think the milk that is boiled with the cocoa is pure. But as far as I know, a lot of milk is adulterated, and pure milk is hard to get."

It seemed to me that the gentleman with the glasses was supporting No. 28, No. 27 against Mr. Krigul, because they both made it their business to transform their own people.

"How are you feeling now? The 28th?" said the bespectacled questioner.

"Thank you, sir," replied Monsieur Lytimer, "I now realize my fault, sir, and I feel particularly disturbed when I think of the crimes of my former companions, sir, but I feel that they will be forgiven."

"Are you very happy?" said the inquirer.

"Thank you very much, sir," replied Monsieur Litimo, "very pleasant."

"So how do you feel?" said the questioner. "If so, say so, number 28."

"Sir," said Mr. Richtimer, "if I am right, there is a gentleman here who I once knew. I hope that gentleman will know that my mistake was due to my time in the service of those young men. It is a life without scruples, so I fall into evil, and it may do him good if he knows that I attribute my faults to it. I feel my faults, I think he will repent of all the sins of which he himself is a part."

"That's what you deserve, Number 28. I expected you to be like this. Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Sir," said Monsieur Litimo, "there was once a young girl who went astray. I tried to save her, but I couldn't. I beg this gentleman to tell the young woman for me if he could. I have forgiven her behavior towards me personally, and I advise her to repent as soon as possible. If the gentleman will do me this favor."

"No problem, on the 28th, the gentleman you are referring to will definitely be moved by your honest words, well, we will not trouble you anymore."

I went back on the 28th.

"The twenty-seventh, then," said Mr. Crigul, "is there anything I can do to help you? If so, tell me!"

"I humbly ask, sir," said Yulia, "that I may write to my mother again."

"Certainly!" said Mr. Crigul.

"Thank you sir, I miss my mother and fear for her safety."

"Eternal security, sir," Yulia said, "I hope that my mother can reach my state. If I hadn't been here, I would never have been able to reach my state today. It would be nice if my mother came here too. If everyone can come here, it will do them a lot!"

This opinion arouses infinite satisfaction in people.

"Before I came here," Yulia said, "I was used to doing bad things, but now I see my mistakes. There is a lot of sin in the outside world. My mother is the same, except here—there is sin everywhere. .”

"You've changed completely, haven't you?" asked Mr. Krigul.

"Yes, sir!" cried the hopeful penitent.

"If you could get out right now, wouldn't you make the same old mistakes again?" asked the others.

"No, sir!"

"There!" said Mr. Creigle. "That's a great pleasure. The twenty-seventh. Is there anything else you would like to say to Mr. Copperfield?"

"Mr. Copperfield, you knew me long ago," Julia said, looking at me. "When you knew me, I made mistakes, but I was humble, and among bad-tempered people I Back off—it was very bad of you to have treated me yourself. You remember, Mr. Copperfield."

Everyone expressed their sympathy.

"But I forgive you, Mr. Copperfield," said Yuriah (using his magnanimous humanity as a title, so I need not say it).

"I forgive everyone, and it is inappropriate for me to imply malice. I forgive you graciously, and may you control your impulses afterwards. I hope Mr. Wakefield will repent, Wakefield Miss Wakefield and all those sinners will repent. You have suffered a lot, and it will do you good, but it would be better if you could come here. Mr. Wickfield, Miss Wakefield, they come It couldn't be better here. My pity for all those who didn't make it here!"

He was taken back to his cell, and both Traddles and I felt a great relief.

"Do you know," I asked one of the guards, "what was the last 'mistake' made by No. 27?"

The answer is, a bank case.

"Scam money in the Bank of England?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, defrauding money, forging documents, conspiracy. He and several others, abetted others, it was a detailed scheme to defraud large sums of money. His sentence is lifelong exile, the 27th is The treacherous fellow of the lot, he nearly got away with it, but not quite, and the bank nearly caught his pigtails—just barely."

"Then what crime did number 28 commit?"

"The 28th," said the person who tipped me off, "the 28th (also sentenced to life exile) got a job, and the night before he went abroad with his master he robbed his master of about £250 cash and some valuables. I remember his case very well, as he was captured by a small man."

"what kind of person?"

"A little woman. I can't remember her name."

"Is it Mozier?"

"It's her! He had already evaded arrest and was about to escape to the United States with a clever disguise. The little woman was in Southampton, and her sharp eyes immediately spotted him."

"Miss Molcher is great."

For this reason I especially adore this Miss Maucher.

We've seen everything there by now.No. 27 and No. 28 behaved exactly the same way, without any change, to a man like Mr. Krigul.They are as they are now, as they were when they came, and those two hypocritical thugs are the ones who make their confessions in that kind of place.They knew, at least as well as we do, what their confession had been in their exile, and it was of no use to him that it was a cunning, hypocritical, calculated deception, in a word.And we went home full of wonder.

"It is probably a good thing, too, to let a disingenuous subject go to its extreme, Traddles," said I, "for it will soon be tiresome."

"I hope so," replied Traddles.

(End of this chapter)