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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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It
happened
on
one
occasion
,
when
he
was
doing
me
the
honour
of
talking
to
me
in
the
playground
,
that
I
hazarded
the
observation
that
something
or
somebody
—
I
forget
what
now
—
was
like
something
or
somebody
in
Peregrine
Pickle
.
He
said
nothing
at
the
time
;
but
when
I
was
going
to
bed
at
night
,
asked
me
if
I
had
got
that
book
?
I
told
him
no
,
and
explained
how
it
was
that
I
had
read
it
,
and
all
those
other
books
of
which
I
have
made
mention
.
‘
And
do
you
recollect
them
?
’
Steerforth
said
.
‘
Oh
yes
,
’
I
replied
;
I
had
a
good
memory
,
and
I
believed
I
recollected
them
very
well
.
‘
Then
I
tell
you
what
,
young
Copperfield
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
‘
you
shall
tell
‘
em
to
me
.
I
can
’
t
get
to
sleep
very
early
at
night
,
and
I
generally
wake
rather
early
in
the
morning
.
We
’
ll
go
over
‘
em
one
after
another
.
We
’
ll
make
some
regular
Arabian
Nights
of
it
.
’
I
felt
extremely
flattered
by
this
arrangement
,
and
we
commenced
carrying
it
into
execution
that
very
evening
.
What
ravages
I
committed
on
my
favourite
authors
in
the
course
of
my
interpretation
of
them
,
I
am
not
in
a
condition
to
say
,
and
should
be
very
unwilling
to
know
;
but
I
had
a
profound
faith
in
them
,
and
I
had
,
to
the
best
of
my
belief
,
a
simple
,
earnest
manner
of
narrating
what
I
did
narrate
;
and
these
qualities
went
a
long
way
.
The
drawback
was
,
that
I
was
often
sleepy
at
night
,
or
out
of
spirits
and
indisposed
to
resume
the
story
;
and
then
it
was
rather
hard
work
,
and
it
must
be
done
;
for
to
disappoint
or
to
displease
Steerforth
was
of
course
out
of
the
question
.
In
the
morning
,
too
,
when
I
felt
weary
,
and
should
have
enjoyed
another
hour
’
s
repose
very
much
,
it
was
a
tiresome
thing
to
be
roused
,
like
the
Sultana
Scheherazade
,
and
forced
into
a
long
story
before
the
getting
-
up
bell
rang
;
but
Steerforth
was
resolute
;
and
as
he
explained
to
me
,
in
return
,
my
sums
and
exercises
,
and
anything
in
my
tasks
that
was
too
hard
for
me
,
I
was
no
loser
by
the
transaction
.
Let
me
do
myself
justice
,
however
.
I
was
moved
by
no
interested
or
selfish
motive
,
nor
was
I
moved
by
fear
of
him
.
I
admired
and
loved
him
,
and
his
approval
was
return
enough
.
It
was
so
precious
to
me
that
I
look
back
on
these
trifles
,
now
,
with
an
aching
heart
.
Steerforth
was
considerate
,
too
;
and
showed
his
consideration
,
in
one
particular
instance
,
in
an
unflinching
manner
that
was
a
little
tantalizing
,
I
suspect
,
to
poor
Traddles
and
the
rest
.
Peggotty
’
s
promised
letter
—
what
a
comfortable
letter
it
was
!
—
arrived
before
‘
the
half
’
was
many
weeks
old
;
and
with
it
a
cake
in
a
perfect
nest
of
oranges
,
and
two
bottles
of
cowslip
wine
.
This
treasure
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
I
laid
at
the
feet
of
Steerforth
,
and
begged
him
to
dispense
.
‘
Now
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
,
young
Copperfield
,
’
said
he
:
‘
the
wine
shall
be
kept
to
wet
your
whistle
when
you
are
story
-
telling
.
’
