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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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The
gentle
cheerfulness
of
Agnes
went
to
all
their
hearts
.
Her
quiet
interest
in
everything
that
interested
Dora
;
her
manner
of
making
acquaintance
with
Jip
(
who
responded
instantly
)
;
her
pleasant
way
,
when
Dora
was
ashamed
to
come
over
to
her
usual
seat
by
me
;
her
modest
grace
and
ease
,
eliciting
a
crowd
of
blushing
little
marks
of
confidence
from
Dora
;
seemed
to
make
our
circle
quite
complete
.
‘
I
am
so
glad
,
’
said
Dora
,
after
tea
,
‘
that
you
like
me
.
I
didn
’
t
think
you
would
;
and
I
want
,
more
than
ever
,
to
be
liked
,
now
Julia
Mills
is
gone
.
’
I
have
omitted
to
mention
it
,
by
the
by
.
Miss
Mills
had
sailed
,
and
Dora
and
I
had
gone
aboard
a
great
East
Indiaman
at
Gravesend
to
see
her
;
and
we
had
had
preserved
ginger
,
and
guava
,
and
other
delicacies
of
that
sort
for
lunch
;
and
we
had
left
Miss
Mills
weeping
on
a
camp
-
stool
on
the
quarter
-
deck
,
with
a
large
new
diary
under
her
arm
,
in
which
the
original
reflections
awakened
by
the
contemplation
of
Ocean
were
to
be
recorded
under
lock
and
key
.
Agnes
said
she
was
afraid
I
must
have
given
her
an
unpromising
character
;
but
Dora
corrected
that
directly
.
‘
Oh
no
!
’
she
said
,
shaking
her
curls
at
me
;
‘
it
was
all
praise
.
He
thinks
so
much
of
your
opinion
,
that
I
was
quite
afraid
of
it
.
’
‘
My
good
opinion
cannot
strengthen
his
attachment
to
some
people
whom
he
knows
,
’
said
Agnes
,
with
a
smile
;
‘
it
is
not
worth
their
having
.
’
‘
But
please
let
me
have
it
,
’
said
Dora
,
in
her
coaxing
way
,
‘
if
you
can
!
’
We
made
merry
about
Dora
’
s
wanting
to
be
liked
,
and
Dora
said
I
was
a
goose
,
and
she
didn
’
t
like
me
at
any
rate
,
and
the
short
evening
flew
away
on
gossamer
-
wings
.
The
time
was
at
hand
when
the
coach
was
to
call
for
us
.
I
was
standing
alone
before
the
fire
,
when
Dora
came
stealing
softly
in
,
to
give
me
that
usual
precious
little
kiss
before
I
went
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
think
,
if
I
had
had
her
for
a
friend
a
long
time
ago
,
Doady
,
’
said
Dora
,
her
bright
eyes
shining
very
brightly
,
and
her
little
right
hand
idly
busying
itself
with
one
of
the
buttons
of
my
coat
,
‘
I
might
have
been
more
clever
perhaps
?
’
