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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
I
positively
sometimes
can
’
t
believe
it
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Then
our
pleasures
!
Dear
me
,
they
are
inexpensive
,
but
they
are
quite
wonderful
!
When
we
are
at
home
here
,
of
an
evening
,
and
shut
the
outer
door
,
and
draw
those
curtains
—
which
she
made
—
where
could
we
be
more
snug
?
When
it
’
s
fine
,
and
we
go
out
for
a
walk
in
the
evening
,
the
streets
abound
in
enjoyment
for
us
.
We
look
into
the
glittering
windows
of
the
jewellers
’
shops
;
and
I
show
Sophy
which
of
the
diamond
-
eyed
serpents
,
coiled
up
on
white
satin
rising
grounds
,
I
would
give
her
if
I
could
afford
it
;
and
Sophy
shows
me
which
of
the
gold
watches
that
are
capped
and
jewelled
and
engine
-
turned
,
and
possessed
of
the
horizontal
lever
-
escape
-
movement
,
and
all
sorts
of
things
,
she
would
buy
for
me
if
she
could
afford
it
;
and
we
pick
out
the
spoons
and
forks
,
fish
-
slices
,
butter
-
knives
,
and
sugar
-
tongs
,
we
should
both
prefer
if
we
could
both
afford
it
;
and
really
we
go
away
as
if
we
had
got
them
!
Then
,
when
we
stroll
into
the
squares
,
and
great
streets
,
and
see
a
house
to
let
,
sometimes
we
look
up
at
it
,
and
say
,
how
would
THAT
do
,
if
I
was
made
a
judge
?
And
we
parcel
it
out
—
such
a
room
for
us
,
such
rooms
for
the
girls
,
and
so
forth
;
until
we
settle
to
our
satisfaction
that
it
would
do
,
or
it
wouldn
’
t
do
,
as
the
case
may
be
.
Sometimes
,
we
go
at
half
-
price
to
the
pit
of
the
theatre
-
the
very
smell
of
which
is
cheap
,
in
my
opinion
,
at
the
money
—
and
there
we
thoroughly
enjoy
the
play
:
which
Sophy
believes
every
word
of
,
and
so
do
I
.
In
walking
home
,
perhaps
we
buy
a
little
bit
of
something
at
a
cook
’
s
-
shop
,
or
a
little
lobster
at
the
fishmongers
,
and
bring
it
here
,
and
make
a
splendid
supper
,
chatting
about
what
we
have
seen
.
Now
,
you
know
,
Copperfield
,
if
I
was
Lord
Chancellor
,
we
couldn
’
t
do
this
!
’
‘
You
would
do
something
,
whatever
you
were
,
my
dear
Traddles
,
’
thought
I
,
‘
that
would
be
pleasant
and
amiable
.
And
by
the
way
,
’
I
said
aloud
,
‘
I
suppose
you
never
draw
any
skeletons
now
?
’
‘
Really
,
’
replied
Traddles
,
laughing
,
and
reddening
,
‘
I
can
’
t
wholly
deny
that
I
do
,
my
dear
Copperfield
.
For
being
in
one
of
the
back
rows
of
the
King
’
s
Bench
the
other
day
,
with
a
pen
in
my
hand
,
the
fancy
came
into
my
head
to
try
how
I
had
preserved
that
accomplishment
.
And
I
am
afraid
there
’
s
a
skeleton
—
in
a
wig
—
on
the
ledge
of
the
desk
.
’
After
we
had
both
laughed
heartily
,
Traddles
wound
up
by
looking
with
a
smile
at
the
fire
,
and
saying
,
in
his
forgiving
way
,
‘
Old
Creakle
!
’
‘
I
have
a
letter
from
that
old
—
Rascal
here
,
’
said
I
.
For
I
never
was
less
disposed
to
forgive
him
the
way
he
used
to
batter
Traddles
,
than
when
I
saw
Traddles
so
ready
to
forgive
him
himself
.
‘
From
Creakle
the
schoolmaster
?
’
exclaimed
Traddles
.
‘
No
!
’
‘
Among
the
persons
who
are
attracted
to
me
in
my
rising
fame
and
fortune
,
’
said
I
,
looking
over
my
letters
,
‘
and
who
discover
that
they
were
always
much
attached
to
me
,
is
the
self
-
same
Creakle
.
He
is
not
a
schoolmaster
now
,
Traddles
.
He
is
retired
.
He
is
a
Middlesex
Magistrate
.
’
I
thought
Traddles
might
be
surprised
to
hear
it
,
but
he
was
not
so
at
all
.
