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- Чарльз Диккенс
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‘
Never
!
’
and
,
by
way
of
showing
that
he
had
no
desire
to
be
questioned
further
,
he
drew
a
chair
close
to
that
of
the
spinster
aunt
and
sat
down
.
‘
Mr
.
Jingle
,
’
said
the
aunt
,
‘
I
entreat
—
I
implore
you
,
if
there
is
any
dreadful
mystery
connected
with
Mr
.
Tupman
,
reveal
it
.
’
‘
Can
I
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
the
aunt
’
s
face
—
‘
can
I
see
—
lovely
creature
—
sacrificed
at
the
shrine
—
heartless
avarice
!
’
He
appeared
to
be
struggling
with
various
conflicting
emotions
for
a
few
seconds
,
and
then
said
in
a
low
voice
—
‘
Tupman
only
wants
your
money
.
’
‘
The
wretch
!
’
exclaimed
the
spinster
,
with
energetic
indignation
.
(
Mr
.
Jingle
’
s
doubts
were
resolved
.
She
HAD
money
.
)
‘
More
than
that
,
’
said
Jingle
—
‘
loves
another
.
’
‘
Another
!
’
ejaculated
the
spinster
.
‘
Who
?
’
‘
Short
girl
—
black
eyes
—
niece
Emily
.
’
There
was
a
pause
.
Now
,
if
there
was
one
individual
in
the
whole
world
,
of
whom
the
spinster
aunt
entertained
a
mortal
and
deep
-
rooted
jealousy
,
it
was
this
identical
niece
.
The
colour
rushed
over
her
face
and
neck
,
and
she
tossed
her
head
in
silence
with
an
air
of
ineffable
contempt
.
At
last
,
biting
her
thin
lips
,
and
bridling
up
,
she
said
—
‘
It
can
’
t
be
.
I
won
’
t
believe
it
.
’
