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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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His
table
is
covered
with
thick
piles
of
papers
;
and
I
say
,
as
I
look
around
me
:
‘
If
Sophy
were
your
clerk
,
now
,
Traddles
,
she
would
have
enough
to
do
!
’
‘
You
may
say
that
,
my
dear
Copperfield
!
But
those
were
capital
days
,
too
,
in
Holborn
Court
!
Were
they
not
?
’
‘
When
she
told
you
you
would
be
a
judge
?
But
it
was
not
the
town
talk
then
!
’
‘
At
all
events
,
’
says
Traddles
,
‘
if
I
ever
am
one
—
—
’
‘
Why
,
you
know
you
will
be
.
’
‘
Well
,
my
dear
Copperfield
,
WHEN
I
am
one
,
I
shall
tell
the
story
,
as
I
said
I
would
.
’
We
walk
away
,
arm
in
arm
.
I
am
going
to
have
a
family
dinner
with
Traddles
.
It
is
Sophy
’
s
birthday
;
and
,
on
our
road
,
Traddles
discourses
to
me
of
the
good
fortune
he
has
enjoyed
.
‘
I
really
have
been
able
,
my
dear
Copperfield
,
to
do
all
that
I
had
most
at
heart
.
There
’
s
the
Reverend
Horace
promoted
to
that
living
at
four
hundred
and
fifty
pounds
a
year
;
there
are
our
two
boys
receiving
the
very
best
education
,
and
distinguishing
themselves
as
steady
scholars
and
good
fellows
;
there
are
three
of
the
girls
married
very
comfortably
;
there
are
three
more
living
with
us
;
there
are
three
more
keeping
house
for
the
Reverend
Horace
since
Mrs
.
Crewler
’
s
decease
;
and
all
of
them
happy
.
’
‘
Except
—
—
’
I
suggest
.
‘
Except
the
Beauty
,
’
says
Traddles
.
‘
Yes
.
It
was
very
unfortunate
that
she
should
marry
such
a
vagabond
.
