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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
You
see
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
wistfully
,
‘
if
I
could
exert
myself
,
Mr
.
Traddles
—
if
I
could
beat
a
drum
-
or
blow
anything
!
’
Poor
fellow
!
I
have
little
doubt
he
would
have
preferred
such
an
employment
in
his
heart
to
all
others
.
Traddles
,
who
would
not
have
smiled
for
the
world
,
replied
composedly
:
‘
But
you
are
a
very
good
penman
,
sir
.
You
told
me
so
,
Copperfield
?
’
‘
Excellent
!
’
said
I
.
And
indeed
he
was
.
He
wrote
with
extraordinary
neatness
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
think
,
’
said
Traddles
,
‘
you
could
copy
writings
,
sir
,
if
I
got
them
for
you
?
’
Mr
.
Dick
looked
doubtfully
at
me
.
‘
Eh
,
Trotwood
?
’
I
shook
my
head
.
Mr
.
Dick
shook
his
,
and
sighed
.
‘
Tell
him
about
the
Memorial
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
I
explained
to
Traddles
that
there
was
a
difficulty
in
keeping
King
Charles
the
First
out
of
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
manuscripts
;
Mr
.
Dick
in
the
meanwhile
looking
very
deferentially
and
seriously
at
Traddles
,
and
sucking
his
thumb
.
‘
But
these
writings
,
you
know
,
that
I
speak
of
,
are
already
drawn
up
and
finished
,
’
said
Traddles
after
a
little
consideration
.
‘
Mr
.
Dick
has
nothing
to
do
with
them
.
Wouldn
’
t
that
make
a
difference
,
Copperfield
?
At
all
events
,
wouldn
’
t
it
be
well
to
try
?
’
This
gave
us
new
hope
.
Traddles
and
I
laying
our
heads
together
apart
,
while
Mr
.
Dick
anxiously
watched
us
from
his
chair
,
we
concocted
a
scheme
in
virtue
of
which
we
got
him
to
work
next
day
,
with
triumphant
success
.
