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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Father
!
’
said
Minnie
,
playfully
.
‘
What
a
porpoise
you
do
grow
!
’
‘
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
is
,
my
dear
,
’
he
replied
,
considering
about
it
.
‘
I
am
rather
so
.
’
‘
You
are
such
a
comfortable
man
,
you
see
,
’
said
Minnie
.
‘
You
take
things
so
easy
.
’
‘
No
use
taking
‘
em
otherwise
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Omer
.
‘
No
,
indeed
,
’
returned
his
daughter
.
‘
We
are
all
pretty
gay
here
,
thank
Heaven
!
Ain
’
t
we
,
father
?
’
‘
I
hope
so
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Omer
.
‘
As
I
have
got
my
breath
now
,
I
think
I
’
ll
measure
this
young
scholar
.
Would
you
walk
into
the
shop
,
Master
Copperfield
?
’
I
preceded
Mr
.
Omer
,
in
compliance
with
his
request
;
and
after
showing
me
a
roll
of
cloth
which
he
said
was
extra
super
,
and
too
good
mourning
for
anything
short
of
parents
,
he
took
my
various
dimensions
,
and
put
them
down
in
a
book
.
While
he
was
recording
them
he
called
my
attention
to
his
stock
in
trade
,
and
to
certain
fashions
which
he
said
had
‘
just
come
up
’
,
and
to
certain
other
fashions
which
he
said
had
‘
just
gone
out
’
.
‘
And
by
that
sort
of
thing
we
very
often
lose
a
little
mint
of
money
,
’
said
Mr
.
Omer
.
‘
But
fashions
are
like
human
beings
.
They
come
in
,
nobody
knows
when
,
why
,
or
how
;
and
they
go
out
,
nobody
knows
when
,
why
,
or
how
.
Everything
is
like
life
,
in
my
opinion
,
if
you
look
at
it
in
that
point
of
view
.
’
I
was
too
sorrowful
to
discuss
the
question
,
which
would
possibly
have
been
beyond
me
under
any
circumstances
;
and
Mr
.
Omer
took
me
back
into
the
parlour
,
breathing
with
some
difficulty
on
the
way
.
