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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
Certainly
,
Mr
.
Dick
,
’
said
I
;
‘
come
in
!
’
‘
Trotwood
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
laying
his
finger
on
the
side
of
his
nose
,
after
he
had
shaken
hands
with
me
.
‘
Before
I
sit
down
,
I
wish
to
make
an
observation
.
You
know
your
aunt
?
’
‘
A
little
,
’
I
replied
.
‘
She
is
the
most
wonderful
woman
in
the
world
,
sir
!
’
After
the
delivery
of
this
communication
,
which
he
shot
out
of
himself
as
if
he
were
loaded
with
it
,
Mr
.
Dick
sat
down
with
greater
gravity
than
usual
,
and
looked
at
me
.
‘
Now
,
boy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
‘
I
am
going
to
put
a
question
to
you
.
’
‘
As
many
as
you
please
,
’
said
I
.
‘
What
do
you
consider
me
,
sir
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Dick
,
folding
his
arms
.
‘
A
dear
old
friend
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Thank
you
,
Trotwood
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Dick
,
laughing
,
and
reaching
across
in
high
glee
to
shake
hands
with
me
.
‘
But
I
mean
,
boy
,
’
resuming
his
gravity
,
‘
what
do
you
consider
me
in
this
respect
?
’
touching
his
forehead
.
I
was
puzzled
how
to
answer
,
but
he
helped
me
with
a
word
.
