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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Micawber
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
shaking
her
head
,
‘
no
!
You
have
never
understood
them
,
and
they
have
never
understood
you
.
’
Mr
.
Micawber
coughed
.
‘
They
have
never
understood
you
,
Micawber
,
’
said
his
wife
.
‘
They
may
be
incapable
of
it
.
If
so
,
that
is
their
misfortune
.
I
can
pity
their
misfortune
.
’
‘
I
am
extremely
sorry
,
my
dear
Emma
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
relenting
,
‘
to
have
been
betrayed
into
any
expressions
that
might
,
even
remotely
,
have
the
appearance
of
being
strong
expressions
.
All
I
would
say
is
,
that
I
can
go
abroad
without
your
family
coming
forward
to
favour
me
,
—
in
short
,
with
a
parting
Shove
of
their
cold
shoulders
;
and
that
,
upon
the
whole
,
I
would
rather
leave
England
with
such
impetus
as
I
possess
,
than
derive
any
acceleration
of
it
from
that
quarter
.
At
the
same
time
,
my
dear
,
if
they
should
condescend
to
reply
to
your
communications
—
which
our
joint
experience
renders
most
improbable
—
far
be
it
from
me
to
be
a
barrier
to
your
wishes
.
’
The
matter
being
thus
amicably
settled
,
Mr
.
Micawber
gave
Mrs
.
Micawber
his
arm
,
and
glancing
at
the
heap
of
books
and
papers
lying
before
Traddles
on
the
table
,
said
they
would
leave
us
to
ourselves
;
which
they
ceremoniously
did
.
‘
My
dear
Copperfield
,
’
said
Traddles
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
when
they
were
gone
,
and
looking
at
me
with
an
affection
that
made
his
eyes
red
,
and
his
hair
all
kinds
of
shapes
,
‘
I
don
’
t
make
any
excuse
for
troubling
you
with
business
,
because
I
know
you
are
deeply
interested
in
it
,
and
it
may
divert
your
thoughts
.
My
dear
boy
,
I
hope
you
are
not
worn
out
?
’
‘
I
am
quite
myself
,
’
said
I
,
after
a
pause
.
‘
We
have
more
cause
to
think
of
my
aunt
than
of
anyone
.
You
know
how
much
she
has
done
.
’
‘
Surely
,
surely
,
’
answered
Traddles
.
‘
Who
can
forget
it
!
’
‘
But
even
that
is
not
all
,
’
said
I
.
‘
During
the
last
fortnight
,
some
new
trouble
has
vexed
her
;
and
she
has
been
in
and
out
of
London
every
day
.
Several
times
she
has
gone
out
early
,
and
been
absent
until
evening
.
Last
night
,
Traddles
,
with
this
journey
before
her
,
it
was
almost
midnight
before
she
came
home
.
You
know
what
her
consideration
for
others
is
.
She
will
not
tell
me
what
has
happened
to
distress
her
.
’
