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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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They
never
had
been
opened
;
and
we
had
no
oyster
-
knives
—
and
couldn
’
t
have
used
them
if
we
had
;
so
we
looked
at
the
oysters
and
ate
the
mutton
.
At
least
we
ate
as
much
of
it
as
was
done
,
and
made
up
with
capers
.
If
I
had
permitted
him
,
I
am
satisfied
that
Traddles
would
have
made
a
perfect
savage
of
himself
,
and
eaten
a
plateful
of
raw
meat
,
to
express
enjoyment
of
the
repast
;
but
I
would
hear
of
no
such
immolation
on
the
altar
of
friendship
,
and
we
had
a
course
of
bacon
instead
;
there
happening
,
by
good
fortune
,
to
be
cold
bacon
in
the
larder
.
My
poor
little
wife
was
in
such
affliction
when
she
thought
I
should
be
annoyed
,
and
in
such
a
state
of
joy
when
she
found
I
was
not
,
that
the
discomfiture
I
had
subdued
,
very
soon
vanished
,
and
we
passed
a
happy
evening
;
Dora
sitting
with
her
arm
on
my
chair
while
Traddles
and
I
discussed
a
glass
of
wine
,
and
taking
every
opportunity
of
whispering
in
my
ear
that
it
was
so
good
of
me
not
to
be
a
cruel
,
cross
old
boy
.
By
and
by
she
made
tea
for
us
;
which
it
was
so
pretty
to
see
her
do
,
as
if
she
was
busying
herself
with
a
set
of
doll
’
s
tea
-
things
,
that
I
was
not
particular
about
the
quality
of
the
beverage
.
Then
Traddles
and
I
played
a
game
or
two
at
cribbage
;
and
Dora
singing
to
the
guitar
the
while
,
it
seemed
to
me
as
if
our
courtship
and
marriage
were
a
tender
dream
of
mine
,
and
the
night
when
I
first
listened
to
her
voice
were
not
yet
over
.
When
Traddles
went
away
,
and
I
came
back
into
the
parlour
from
seeing
him
out
,
my
wife
planted
her
chair
close
to
mine
,
and
sat
down
by
my
side
.
‘
I
am
very
sorry
,
’
she
said
.
‘
Will
you
try
to
teach
me
,
Doady
?
’
‘
I
must
teach
myself
first
,
Dora
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
am
as
bad
as
you
,
love
.
’
‘
Ah
!
But
you
can
learn
,
’
she
returned
;
‘
and
you
are
a
clever
,
clever
man
!
’
‘
Nonsense
,
mouse
!
’
said
I
.
‘
I
wish
,
’
resumed
my
wife
,
after
a
long
silence
,
‘
that
I
could
have
gone
down
into
the
country
for
a
whole
year
,
and
lived
with
Agnes
!
’
Her
hands
were
clasped
upon
my
shoulder
,
and
her
chin
rested
on
them
,
and
her
blue
eyes
looked
quietly
into
mine
.
‘
Why
so
?
’
I
asked
.
