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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Once
awakened
from
my
dream
—
I
have
been
a
poor
dreamer
,
in
one
way
or
other
,
all
my
life
—
I
see
how
natural
it
is
that
she
should
have
some
regretful
feeling
towards
her
old
companion
and
her
equal
.
That
she
does
regard
him
with
some
innocent
regret
,
with
some
blameless
thoughts
of
what
might
have
been
,
but
for
me
,
is
,
I
fear
,
too
true
.
Much
that
I
have
seen
,
but
not
noted
,
has
come
back
upon
me
with
new
meaning
,
during
this
last
trying
hour
.
But
,
beyond
this
,
gentlemen
,
the
dear
lady
’
s
name
never
must
be
coupled
with
a
word
,
a
breath
,
of
doubt
.
’
For
a
little
while
,
his
eye
kindled
and
his
voice
was
firm
;
for
a
little
while
he
was
again
silent
.
Presently
,
he
proceeded
as
before
:
‘
It
only
remains
for
me
,
to
bear
the
knowledge
of
the
unhappiness
I
have
occasioned
,
as
submissively
as
I
can
.
It
is
she
who
should
reproach
;
not
I
.
To
save
her
from
misconstruction
,
cruel
misconstruction
,
that
even
my
friends
have
not
been
able
to
avoid
,
becomes
my
duty
.
The
more
retired
we
live
,
the
better
I
shall
discharge
it
.
And
when
the
time
comes
—
may
it
come
soon
,
if
it
be
His
merciful
pleasure
!
—
when
my
death
shall
release
her
from
constraint
,
I
shall
close
my
eyes
upon
her
honoured
face
,
with
unbounded
confidence
and
love
;
and
leave
her
,
with
no
sorrow
then
,
to
happier
and
brighter
days
.
’
I
could
not
see
him
for
the
tears
which
his
earnestness
and
goodness
,
so
adorned
by
,
and
so
adorning
,
the
perfect
simplicity
of
his
manner
,
brought
into
my
eyes
.
He
had
moved
to
the
door
,
when
he
added
:
‘
Gentlemen
,
I
have
shown
you
my
heart
.
I
am
sure
you
will
respect
it
.
What
we
have
said
tonight
is
never
to
be
said
more
.
Wickfield
,
give
me
an
old
friend
’
s
arm
upstairs
!
’
Mr
.
Wickfield
hastened
to
him
.
Without
interchanging
a
word
they
went
slowly
out
of
the
room
together
,
Uriah
looking
after
them
.
‘
Well
,
Master
Copperfield
!
’
said
Uriah
,
meekly
turning
to
me
.
‘
The
thing
hasn
’
t
took
quite
the
turn
that
might
have
been
expected
,
for
the
old
Scholar
—
what
an
excellent
man
!
—
is
as
blind
as
a
brickbat
;
but
this
family
’
s
out
of
the
cart
,
I
think
!
’
I
needed
but
the
sound
of
his
voice
to
be
so
madly
enraged
as
I
never
was
before
,
and
never
have
been
since
.
‘
You
villain
,
’
said
I
,
‘
what
do
you
mean
by
entrapping
me
into
your
schemes
?
How
dare
you
appeal
to
me
just
now
,
you
false
rascal
,
as
if
we
had
been
in
discussion
together
?
’
