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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
David
had
bought
an
annuity
for
himself
with
his
money
,
I
know
,
’
said
she
,
by
and
by
.
‘
What
did
he
do
for
you
?
’
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
said
my
mother
,
answering
with
some
difficulty
,
‘
was
so
considerate
and
good
as
to
secure
the
reversion
of
a
part
of
it
to
me
.
’
‘
How
much
?
’
asked
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
A
hundred
and
five
pounds
a
year
,
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
He
might
have
done
worse
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
The
word
was
appropriate
to
the
moment
.
My
mother
was
so
much
worse
that
Peggotty
,
coming
in
with
the
teaboard
and
candles
,
and
seeing
at
a
glance
how
ill
she
was
,
—
as
Miss
Betsey
might
have
done
sooner
if
there
had
been
light
enough
,
—
conveyed
her
upstairs
to
her
own
room
with
all
speed
;
and
immediately
dispatched
Ham
Peggotty
,
her
nephew
,
who
had
been
for
some
days
past
secreted
in
the
house
,
unknown
to
my
mother
,
as
a
special
messenger
in
case
of
emergency
,
to
fetch
the
nurse
and
doctor
.
Those
allied
powers
were
considerably
astonished
,
when
they
arrived
within
a
few
minutes
of
each
other
,
to
find
an
unknown
lady
of
portentous
appearance
,
sitting
before
the
fire
,
with
her
bonnet
tied
over
her
left
arm
,
stopping
her
ears
with
jewellers
’
cotton
.
Peggotty
knowing
nothing
about
her
,
and
my
mother
saying
nothing
about
her
,
she
was
quite
a
mystery
in
the
parlour
;
and
the
fact
of
her
having
a
magazine
of
jewellers
’
cotton
in
her
pocket
,
and
sticking
the
article
in
her
ears
in
that
way
,
did
not
detract
from
the
solemnity
of
her
presence
.
The
doctor
having
been
upstairs
and
come
down
again
,
and
having
satisfied
himself
,
I
suppose
,
that
there
was
a
probability
of
this
unknown
lady
and
himself
having
to
sit
there
,
face
to
face
,
for
some
hours
,
laid
himself
out
to
be
polite
and
social
.
He
was
the
meekest
of
his
sex
,
the
mildest
of
little
men
.
He
sidled
in
and
out
of
a
room
,
to
take
up
the
less
space
.
He
walked
as
softly
as
the
Ghost
in
Hamlet
,
and
more
slowly
.
He
carried
his
head
on
one
side
,
partly
in
modest
depreciation
of
himself
,
partly
in
modest
propitiation
of
everybody
else
.
It
is
nothing
to
say
that
he
hadn
’
t
a
word
to
throw
at
a
dog
.
He
couldn
’
t
have
thrown
a
word
at
a
mad
dog
.
He
might
have
offered
him
one
gently
,
or
half
a
one
,
or
a
fragment
of
one
;
for
he
spoke
as
slowly
as
he
walked
;
but
he
wouldn
’
t
have
been
rude
to
him
,
and
he
couldn
’
t
have
been
quick
with
him
,
for
any
earthly
consideration
.
