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- Чарльз Диккенс
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‘
One
of
which
,
’
continued
the
cobbler
,
‘
he
left
to
me
,
‘
cause
I
married
his
relation
,
you
see
.
’
‘
Wery
good
,
’
murmured
Sam
.
‘
And
being
surrounded
by
a
great
number
of
nieces
and
nevys
,
as
was
always
quarrelling
and
fighting
among
themselves
for
the
property
,
he
makes
me
his
executor
,
and
leaves
the
rest
to
me
in
trust
,
to
divide
it
among
’
em
as
the
will
prowided
.
’
‘
Wot
do
you
mean
by
leavin
’
it
on
trust
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
waking
up
a
little
.
‘
If
it
ain
’
t
ready
-
money
,
were
’
s
the
use
on
it
?
’
‘
It
’
s
a
law
term
,
that
’
s
all
,
’
said
the
cobbler
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
that
,
’
said
Sam
,
shaking
his
head
.
‘
There
’
s
wery
little
trust
at
that
shop
.
Hows
’
ever
,
go
on
.
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
the
cobbler
,
‘
when
I
was
going
to
take
out
a
probate
of
the
will
,
the
nieces
and
nevys
,
who
was
desperately
disappointed
at
not
getting
all
the
money
,
enters
a
caveat
against
it
.
’
‘
What
’
s
that
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
A
legal
instrument
,
which
is
as
much
as
to
say
,
it
’
s
no
go
,
’
replied
the
cobbler
.
‘
I
see
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
a
sort
of
brother
-
in
-
law
o
’
the
have
-
his
–
carcass
.
Well
.
’
