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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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Dora
was
delighted
with
the
little
presents
,
and
kissed
me
joyfully
;
but
there
was
a
shadow
between
us
,
however
slight
,
and
I
had
made
up
my
mind
that
it
should
not
be
there
.
If
there
must
be
such
a
shadow
anywhere
,
I
would
keep
it
for
the
future
in
my
own
breast
.
I
sat
down
by
my
wife
on
the
sofa
,
and
put
the
ear
-
rings
in
her
ears
;
and
then
I
told
her
that
I
feared
we
had
not
been
quite
as
good
company
lately
,
as
we
used
to
be
,
and
that
the
fault
was
mine
.
Which
I
sincerely
felt
,
and
which
indeed
it
was
.
‘
The
truth
is
,
Dora
,
my
life
,
’
I
said
;
‘
I
have
been
trying
to
be
wise
.
’
‘
And
to
make
me
wise
too
,
’
said
Dora
,
timidly
.
‘
Haven
’
t
you
,
Doady
?
’
I
nodded
assent
to
the
pretty
inquiry
of
the
raised
eyebrows
,
and
kissed
the
parted
lips
.
‘
It
’
s
of
not
a
bit
of
use
,
’
said
Dora
,
shaking
her
head
,
until
the
ear
-
rings
rang
again
.
‘
You
know
what
a
little
thing
I
am
,
and
what
I
wanted
you
to
call
me
from
the
first
.
If
you
can
’
t
do
so
,
I
am
afraid
you
’
ll
never
like
me
.
Are
you
sure
you
don
’
t
think
,
sometimes
,
it
would
have
been
better
to
have
—
—
’
‘
Done
what
,
my
dear
?
’
For
she
made
no
effort
to
proceed
.
‘
Nothing
!
’
said
Dora
.
‘
Nothing
?
’
I
repeated
.
