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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
And
was
David
good
to
you
,
child
?
’
asked
Miss
Betsey
,
when
she
had
been
silent
for
a
little
while
,
and
these
motions
of
her
head
had
gradually
ceased
.
‘
Were
you
comfortable
together
?
’
‘
We
were
very
happy
,
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
was
only
too
good
to
me
.
’
‘
What
,
he
spoilt
you
,
I
suppose
?
’
returned
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
For
being
quite
alone
and
dependent
on
myself
in
this
rough
world
again
,
yes
,
I
fear
he
did
indeed
,
’
sobbed
my
mother
.
‘
Well
!
Don
’
t
cry
!
’
said
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
You
were
not
equally
matched
,
child
—
if
any
two
people
can
be
equally
matched
—
and
so
I
asked
the
question
.
You
were
an
orphan
,
weren
’
t
you
?
’
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
And
a
governess
?
’
‘
I
was
nursery
-
governess
in
a
family
where
Mr
.
Copperfield
came
to
visit
.
Mr
.
Copperfield
was
very
kind
to
me
,
and
took
a
great
deal
of
notice
of
me
,
and
paid
me
a
good
deal
of
attention
,
and
at
last
proposed
to
me
.
And
I
accepted
him
.
And
so
we
were
married
,
’
said
my
mother
simply
.
‘
Ha
!
Poor
Baby
!
’
mused
Miss
Betsey
,
with
her
frown
still
bent
upon
the
fire
.
‘
Do
you
know
anything
?
’
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
ma
’
am
,
’
faltered
my
mother
.
‘
About
keeping
house
,
for
instance
,
’
said
Miss
Betsey
.
