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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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After
looking
at
him
for
a
little
while
,
she
sank
down
closer
to
him
,
laid
her
arm
across
his
knee
,
and
dropping
her
head
upon
it
,
said
:
‘
If
I
have
any
friend
here
,
who
can
speak
one
word
for
me
,
or
for
my
husband
in
this
matter
;
if
I
have
any
friend
here
,
who
can
give
a
voice
to
any
suspicion
that
my
heart
has
sometimes
whispered
to
me
;
if
I
have
any
friend
here
,
who
honours
my
husband
,
or
has
ever
cared
for
me
,
and
has
anything
within
his
knowledge
,
no
matter
what
it
is
,
that
may
help
to
mediate
between
us
,
I
implore
that
friend
to
speak
!
’
There
was
a
profound
silence
.
After
a
few
moments
of
painful
hesitation
,
I
broke
the
silence
.
‘
Mrs
.
Strong
,
’
I
said
,
‘
there
is
something
within
my
knowledge
,
which
I
have
been
earnestly
entreated
by
Doctor
Strong
to
conceal
,
and
have
concealed
until
tonight
.
But
,
I
believe
the
time
has
come
when
it
would
be
mistaken
faith
and
delicacy
to
conceal
it
any
longer
,
and
when
your
appeal
absolves
me
from
his
injunction
.
’
She
turned
her
face
towards
me
for
a
moment
,
and
I
knew
that
I
was
right
.
I
could
not
have
resisted
its
entreaty
,
if
the
assurance
that
it
gave
me
had
been
less
convincing
.
‘
Our
future
peace
,
’
she
said
,
‘
may
be
in
your
hands
.
I
trust
it
confidently
to
your
not
suppressing
anything
.
I
know
beforehand
that
nothing
you
,
or
anyone
,
can
tell
me
,
will
show
my
husband
’
s
noble
heart
in
any
other
light
than
one
.
Howsoever
it
may
seem
to
you
to
touch
me
,
disregard
that
.
I
will
speak
for
myself
,
before
him
,
and
before
God
afterwards
.
’
Thus
earnestly
besought
,
I
made
no
reference
to
the
Doctor
for
his
permission
,
but
,
without
any
other
compromise
of
the
truth
than
a
little
softening
of
the
coarseness
of
Uriah
Heep
,
related
plainly
what
had
passed
in
that
same
room
that
night
.
The
staring
of
Mrs
.
Markleham
during
the
whole
narration
,
and
the
shrill
,
sharp
interjections
with
which
she
occasionally
interrupted
it
,
defy
description
.
When
I
had
finished
,
Annie
remained
,
for
some
few
moments
,
silent
,
with
her
head
bent
down
,
as
I
have
described
.
Then
,
she
took
the
Doctor
’
s
hand
(
he
was
sitting
in
the
same
attitude
as
when
we
had
entered
the
room
)
,
and
pressed
it
to
her
breast
,
and
kissed
it
.
Mr
.
Dick
softly
raised
her
;
and
she
stood
,
when
she
began
to
speak
,
leaning
on
him
,
and
looking
down
upon
her
husband
—
from
whom
she
never
turned
her
eyes
.
‘
All
that
has
ever
been
in
my
mind
,
since
I
was
married
,
’
she
said
in
a
low
,
submissive
,
tender
voice
,
‘
I
will
lay
bare
before
you
.
I
could
not
live
and
have
one
reservation
,
knowing
what
I
know
now
.
’
