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‘
My
love
,
’
said
I
to
Dora
,
‘
what
have
you
got
in
that
dish
?
’
I
could
not
imagine
why
Dora
had
been
making
tempting
little
faces
at
me
,
as
if
she
wanted
to
kiss
me
.
‘
Oysters
,
dear
,
’
said
Dora
,
timidly
.
‘
Was
that
YOUR
thought
?
’
said
I
,
delighted
.
‘
Ye
-
yes
,
Doady
,
’
said
Dora
.
‘
There
never
was
a
happier
one
!
’
I
exclaimed
,
laying
down
the
carving
-
knife
and
fork
.
‘
There
is
nothing
Traddles
likes
so
much
!
’
‘
Ye
-
yes
,
Doady
,
’
said
Dora
,
‘
and
so
I
bought
a
beautiful
little
barrel
of
them
,
and
the
man
said
they
were
very
good
.
But
I
—
I
am
afraid
there
’
s
something
the
matter
with
them
.
They
don
’
t
seem
right
.
’
Here
Dora
shook
her
head
,
and
diamonds
twinkled
in
her
eyes
.
‘
They
are
only
opened
in
both
shells
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Take
the
top
one
off
,
my
love
.
’
‘
But
it
won
’
t
come
off
!
’
said
Dora
,
trying
very
hard
,
and
looking
very
much
distressed
.
‘
Do
you
know
,
Copperfield
,
’
said
Traddles
,
cheerfully
examining
the
dish
,
‘
I
think
it
is
in
consequence
—
they
are
capital
oysters
,
but
I
think
it
is
in
consequence
—
of
their
never
having
been
opened
.
’
