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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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He
did
not
supply
the
word
;
but
pacing
slowly
to
the
place
where
he
had
sat
,
and
mechanically
going
through
the
action
of
pouring
wine
from
the
empty
decanter
,
set
it
down
and
paced
back
again
.
‘
If
it
is
miserable
to
bear
,
when
she
is
here
,
’
he
said
,
‘
what
would
it
be
,
and
she
away
?
No
,
no
,
no
.
I
cannot
try
that
.
’
He
leaned
against
the
chimney
-
piece
,
brooding
so
long
that
I
could
not
decide
whether
to
run
the
risk
of
disturbing
him
by
going
,
or
to
remain
quietly
where
I
was
,
until
he
should
come
out
of
his
reverie
.
At
length
he
aroused
himself
,
and
looked
about
the
room
until
his
eyes
encountered
mine
.
‘
Stay
with
us
,
Trotwood
,
eh
?
’
he
said
in
his
usual
manner
,
and
as
if
he
were
answering
something
I
had
just
said
.
‘
I
am
glad
of
it
.
You
are
company
to
us
both
.
It
is
wholesome
to
have
you
here
.
Wholesome
for
me
,
wholesome
for
Agnes
,
wholesome
perhaps
for
all
of
us
.
’
‘
I
am
sure
it
is
for
me
,
sir
,
’
I
said
.
‘
I
am
so
glad
to
be
here
.
’
‘
That
’
s
a
fine
fellow
!
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
.
‘
As
long
as
you
are
glad
to
be
here
,
you
shall
stay
here
.
’
He
shook
hands
with
me
upon
it
,
and
clapped
me
on
the
back
;
and
told
me
that
when
I
had
anything
to
do
at
night
after
Agnes
had
left
us
,
or
when
I
wished
to
read
for
my
own
pleasure
,
I
was
free
to
come
down
to
his
room
,
if
he
were
there
and
if
I
desired
it
for
company
’
s
sake
,
and
to
sit
with
him
.
I
thanked
him
for
his
consideration
;
and
,
as
he
went
down
soon
afterwards
,
and
I
was
not
tired
,
went
down
too
,
with
a
book
in
my
hand
,
to
avail
myself
,
for
half
-
an
-
hour
,
of
his
permission
.
But
,
seeing
a
light
in
the
little
round
office
,
and
immediately
feeling
myself
attracted
towards
Uriah
Heep
,
who
had
a
sort
of
fascination
for
me
,
I
went
in
there
instead
.
I
found
Uriah
reading
a
great
fat
book
,
with
such
demonstrative
attention
,
that
his
lank
forefinger
followed
up
every
line
as
he
read
,
and
made
clammy
tracks
along
the
page
(
or
so
I
fully
believed
)
like
a
snail
.
‘
You
are
working
late
tonight
,
Uriah
,
’
says
I
.
‘
Yes
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
says
Uriah
.
As
I
was
getting
on
the
stool
opposite
,
to
talk
to
him
more
conveniently
,
I
observed
that
he
had
not
such
a
thing
as
a
smile
about
him
,
and
that
he
could
only
widen
his
mouth
and
make
two
hard
creases
down
his
cheeks
,
one
on
each
side
,
to
stand
for
one
.
