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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
I
am
unhappily
a
widower
,
’
said
I
.
‘
You
are
very
young
to
know
so
great
a
loss
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
I
am
grieved
to
hear
it
.
I
am
grieved
to
hear
it
.
I
hope
Time
will
be
good
to
you
.
’
‘
I
hope
Time
,
’
said
I
,
looking
at
her
,
‘
will
be
good
to
all
of
us
.
Dear
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
we
must
all
trust
to
that
,
in
our
heaviest
misfortunes
.
’
The
earnestness
of
my
manner
,
and
the
tears
in
my
eyes
,
alarmed
her
.
The
whole
course
of
her
thoughts
appeared
to
stop
,
and
change
.
I
tried
to
command
my
voice
in
gently
saying
his
name
,
but
it
trembled
.
She
repeated
it
to
herself
,
two
or
three
times
,
in
a
low
tone
.
Then
,
addressing
me
,
she
said
,
with
enforced
calmness
:
‘
My
son
is
ill
.
’
‘
Very
ill
.
’
‘
You
have
seen
him
?
’
‘
I
have
.
’
