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‘
And
in
short
,
my
dear
friend
,
’
said
I
,
‘
you
feel
as
blest
as
you
deserve
to
feel
!
’
‘
Oh
!
That
’
s
your
partiality
!
’
laughed
Traddles
.
‘
But
,
indeed
,
I
am
in
a
most
enviable
state
.
I
work
hard
,
and
read
Law
insatiably
.
I
get
up
at
five
every
morning
,
and
don
’
t
mind
it
at
all
.
I
hide
the
girls
in
the
daytime
,
and
make
merry
with
them
in
the
evening
.
And
I
assure
you
I
am
quite
sorry
that
they
are
going
home
on
Tuesday
,
which
is
the
day
before
the
first
day
of
Michaelmas
Term
.
But
here
,
’
said
Traddles
,
breaking
off
in
his
confidence
,
and
speaking
aloud
,
‘
ARE
the
girls
!
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
Miss
Crewler
—
Miss
Sarah
—
Miss
Louisa
—
Margaret
and
Lucy
!
’
They
were
a
perfect
nest
of
roses
;
they
looked
so
wholesome
and
fresh
.
They
were
all
pretty
,
and
Miss
Caroline
was
very
handsome
;
but
there
was
a
loving
,
cheerful
,
fireside
quality
in
Sophy
’
s
bright
looks
,
which
was
better
than
that
,
and
which
assured
me
that
my
friend
had
chosen
well
.
We
all
sat
round
the
fire
;
while
the
sharp
boy
,
who
I
now
divined
had
lost
his
breath
in
putting
the
papers
out
,
cleared
them
away
again
,
and
produced
the
tea
-
things
.
After
that
,
he
retired
for
the
night
,
shutting
the
outer
door
upon
us
with
a
bang
.
Mrs
.
Traddles
,
with
perfect
pleasure
and
composure
beaming
from
her
household
eyes
,
having
made
the
tea
,
then
quietly
made
the
toast
as
she
sat
in
a
corner
by
the
fire
.
She
had
seen
Agnes
,
she
told
me
while
she
was
toasting
.
‘
Tom
’
had
taken
her
down
into
Kent
for
a
wedding
trip
,
and
there
she
had
seen
my
aunt
,
too
;
and
both
my
aunt
and
Agnes
were
well
,
and
they
had
all
talked
of
nothing
but
me
.
‘
Tom
’
had
never
had
me
out
of
his
thoughts
,
she
really
believed
,
all
the
time
I
had
been
away
.
‘
Tom
’
was
the
authority
for
everything
.
‘
Tom
’
was
evidently
the
idol
of
her
life
;
never
to
be
shaken
on
his
pedestal
by
any
commotion
;
always
to
be
believed
in
,
and
done
homage
to
with
the
whole
faith
of
her
heart
,
come
what
might
.
The
deference
which
both
she
and
Traddles
showed
towards
the
Beauty
,
pleased
me
very
much
.
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
thought
it
very
reasonable
;
but
I
thought
it
very
delightful
,
and
essentially
a
part
of
their
character
.
If
Traddles
ever
for
an
instant
missed
the
tea
-
spoons
that
were
still
to
be
won
,
I
have
no
doubt
it
was
when
he
handed
the
Beauty
her
tea
.
If
his
sweet
-
tempered
wife
could
have
got
up
any
self
-
assertion
against
anyone
,
I
am
satisfied
it
could
only
have
been
because
she
was
the
Beauty
’
s
sister
.
A
few
slight
indications
of
a
rather
petted
and
capricious
manner
,
which
I
observed
in
the
Beauty
,
were
manifestly
considered
,
by
Traddles
and
his
wife
,
as
her
birthright
and
natural
endowment
.
If
she
had
been
born
a
Queen
Bee
,
and
they
labouring
Bees
,
they
could
not
have
been
more
satisfied
of
that
.
But
their
self
-
forgetfulness
charmed
me
.
Their
pride
in
these
girls
,
and
their
submission
of
themselves
to
all
their
whims
,
was
the
pleasantest
little
testimony
to
their
own
worth
I
could
have
desired
to
see
.
If
Traddles
were
addressed
as
‘
a
darling
’
,
once
in
the
course
of
that
evening
;
and
besought
to
bring
something
here
,
or
carry
something
there
,
or
take
something
up
,
or
put
something
down
,
or
find
something
,
or
fetch
something
,
he
was
so
addressed
,
by
one
or
other
of
his
sisters
-
in
-
law
,
at
least
twelve
times
in
an
hour
.
Neither
could
they
do
anything
without
Sophy
.
Somebody
’
s
hair
fell
down
,
and
nobody
but
Sophy
could
put
it
up
.
Somebody
forgot
how
a
particular
tune
went
,
and
nobody
but
Sophy
could
hum
that
tune
right
.
Somebody
wanted
to
recall
the
name
of
a
place
in
Devonshire
,
and
only
Sophy
knew
it
.
Something
was
wanted
to
be
written
home
,
and
Sophy
alone
could
be
trusted
to
write
before
breakfast
in
the
morning
.
Somebody
broke
down
in
a
piece
of
knitting
,
and
no
one
but
Sophy
was
able
to
put
the
defaulter
in
the
right
direction
.
They
were
entire
mistresses
of
the
place
,
and
Sophy
and
Traddles
waited
on
them
.
How
many
children
Sophy
could
have
taken
care
of
in
her
time
,
I
can
’
t
imagine
;
but
she
seemed
to
be
famous
for
knowing
every
sort
of
song
that
ever
was
addressed
to
a
child
in
the
English
tongue
;
and
she
sang
dozens
to
order
with
the
clearest
little
voice
in
the
world
,
one
after
another
(
every
sister
issuing
directions
for
a
different
tune
,
and
the
Beauty
generally
striking
in
last
)
,
so
that
I
was
quite
fascinated
.
The
best
of
all
was
,
that
,
in
the
midst
of
their
exactions
,
all
the
sisters
had
a
great
tenderness
and
respect
both
for
Sophy
and
Traddles
.
I
am
sure
,
when
I
took
my
leave
,
and
Traddles
was
coming
out
to
walk
with
me
to
the
coffee
-
house
,
I
thought
I
had
never
seen
an
obstinate
head
of
hair
,
or
any
other
head
of
hair
,
rolling
about
in
such
a
shower
of
kisses
.
Altogether
,
it
was
a
scene
I
could
not
help
dwelling
on
with
pleasure
,
for
a
long
time
after
I
got
back
and
had
wished
Traddles
good
night
.
If
I
had
beheld
a
thousand
roses
blowing
in
a
top
set
of
chambers
,
in
that
withered
Gray
’
s
Inn
,
they
could
not
have
brightened
it
half
so
much
.
