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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
began
—
‘
but
am
I
keeping
you
up
?
’
‘
You
are
not
keeping
me
up
.
I
generally
go
to
bed
late
.
’
‘
Thank
you
,
Master
Copperfield
!
I
have
risen
from
my
umble
station
since
first
you
used
to
address
me
,
it
is
true
;
but
I
am
umble
still
.
I
hope
I
never
shall
be
otherwise
than
umble
.
You
will
not
think
the
worse
of
my
umbleness
,
if
I
make
a
little
confidence
to
you
,
Master
Copperfield
?
Will
you
?
’
‘
Oh
no
,
’
said
I
,
with
an
effort
.
‘
Thank
you
!
’
He
took
out
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
and
began
wiping
the
palms
of
his
hands
.
‘
Miss
Agnes
,
Master
Copperfield
—
—
’
‘
Well
,
Uriah
?
’
‘
Oh
,
how
pleasant
to
be
called
Uriah
,
spontaneously
!
’
he
cried
;
and
gave
himself
a
jerk
,
like
a
convulsive
fish
.
‘
You
thought
her
looking
very
beautiful
tonight
,
Master
Copperfield
?
’
‘
I
thought
her
looking
as
she
always
does
:
superior
,
in
all
respects
,
to
everyone
around
her
,
’
I
returned
.
‘
Oh
,
thank
you
!
It
’
s
so
true
!
’
he
cried
.
‘
Oh
,
thank
you
very
much
for
that
!
’
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
I
said
,
loftily
.
‘
There
is
no
reason
why
you
should
thank
me
.
’
