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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Yes
,
sir
,
but
he
’
s
engaged
.
’
‘
I
want
to
see
him
.
’
After
a
moment
’
s
survey
of
me
,
the
sharp
-
looking
lad
decided
to
let
me
in
;
and
opening
the
door
wider
for
that
purpose
,
admitted
me
,
first
,
into
a
little
closet
of
a
hall
,
and
next
into
a
little
sitting
-
room
;
where
I
came
into
the
presence
of
my
old
friend
(
also
out
of
breath
)
,
seated
at
a
table
,
and
bending
over
papers
.
‘
Good
God
!
’
cried
Traddles
,
looking
up
.
‘
It
’
s
Copperfield
!
’
and
rushed
into
my
arms
,
where
I
held
him
tight
.
‘
All
well
,
my
dear
Traddles
?
’
‘
All
well
,
my
dear
,
dear
Copperfield
,
and
nothing
but
good
news
!
’
We
cried
with
pleasure
,
both
of
us
.
‘
My
dear
fellow
,
’
said
Traddles
,
rumpling
his
hair
in
his
excitement
,
which
was
a
most
unnecessary
operation
,
‘
my
dearest
Copperfield
,
my
long
-
lost
and
most
welcome
friend
,
how
glad
I
am
to
see
you
!
How
brown
you
are
!
How
glad
I
am
!
Upon
my
life
and
honour
,
I
never
was
so
rejoiced
,
my
beloved
Copperfield
,
never
!
’
I
was
equally
at
a
loss
to
express
my
emotions
.
I
was
quite
unable
to
speak
,
at
first
.
‘
My
dear
fellow
!
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
And
grown
so
famous
!
My
glorious
Copperfield
!
Good
gracious
me
,
WHEN
did
you
come
,
WHERE
have
you
come
from
,
WHAT
have
you
been
doing
?
’
