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‘
Hah
!
’
said
Traddles
,
thoughtfully
.
‘
It
does
seem
a
wonder
.
I
suppose
it
is
,
Copperfield
,
because
there
is
no
help
for
it
?
’
‘
I
suppose
so
,
’
I
replied
with
a
smile
,
and
not
without
a
blush
.
‘
And
because
you
have
so
much
constancy
and
patience
,
Traddles
.
’
‘
Dear
me
!
’
said
Traddles
,
considering
about
it
,
‘
do
I
strike
you
in
that
way
,
Copperfield
?
Really
I
didn
’
t
know
that
I
had
.
But
she
is
such
an
extraordinarily
dear
girl
herself
,
that
it
’
s
possible
she
may
have
imparted
something
of
those
virtues
to
me
.
Now
you
mention
it
,
Copperfield
,
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
at
all
.
I
assure
you
she
is
always
forgetting
herself
,
and
taking
care
of
the
other
nine
.
’
‘
Is
she
the
eldest
?
’
I
inquired
.
‘
Oh
dear
,
no
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
The
eldest
is
a
Beauty
.
’
He
saw
,
I
suppose
,
that
I
could
not
help
smiling
at
the
simplicity
of
this
reply
;
and
added
,
with
a
smile
upon
his
own
ingenuous
face
:
‘
Not
,
of
course
,
but
that
my
Sophy
—
pretty
name
,
Copperfield
,
I
always
think
?
’
‘
Very
pretty
!
’
said
I
.
‘
Not
,
of
course
,
but
that
Sophy
is
beautiful
too
in
my
eyes
,
and
would
be
one
of
the
dearest
girls
that
ever
was
,
in
anybody
’
s
eyes
(
I
should
think
)
.
But
when
I
say
the
eldest
is
a
Beauty
,
I
mean
she
really
is
a
—
—
’
he
seemed
to
be
describing
clouds
about
himself
,
with
both
hands
:
‘
Splendid
,
you
know
,
’
said
Traddles
,
energetically
.
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
I
.
