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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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‘
It
’
s
extraordinarily
legal
and
formal
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
I
ever
saw
such
a
stiff
hand
.
’
‘
Not
like
a
lady
’
s
hand
,
is
it
?
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
A
lady
’
s
!
’
I
repeated
.
‘
Bricks
and
mortar
are
more
like
a
lady
’
s
hand
!
’
Traddles
broke
into
a
rapturous
laugh
,
and
informed
me
that
it
was
Sophy
’
s
writing
;
that
Sophy
had
vowed
and
declared
he
would
need
a
copying
-
clerk
soon
,
and
she
would
be
that
clerk
;
that
she
had
acquired
this
hand
from
a
pattern
;
and
that
she
could
throw
off
—
I
forget
how
many
folios
an
hour
.
Sophy
was
very
much
confused
by
my
being
told
all
this
,
and
said
that
when
‘
Tom
’
was
made
a
judge
he
wouldn
’
t
be
so
ready
to
proclaim
it
.
Which
‘
Tom
’
denied
;
averring
that
he
should
always
be
equally
proud
of
it
,
under
all
circumstances
.
‘
What
a
thoroughly
good
and
charming
wife
she
is
,
my
dear
Traddles
!
’
said
I
,
when
she
had
gone
away
,
laughing
.
‘
My
dear
Copperfield
,
’
returned
Traddles
,
‘
she
is
,
without
any
exception
,
the
dearest
girl
!
The
way
she
manages
this
place
;
her
punctuality
,
domestic
knowledge
,
economy
,
and
order
;
her
cheerfulness
,
Copperfield
!
’
‘
Indeed
,
you
have
reason
to
commend
her
!
’
I
returned
.
‘
You
are
a
happy
fellow
.
I
believe
you
make
yourselves
,
and
each
other
,
two
of
the
happiest
people
in
the
world
.
’
‘
I
am
sure
we
ARE
two
of
the
happiest
people
,
’
returned
Traddles
.
‘
I
admit
that
,
at
all
events
.
Bless
my
soul
,
when
I
see
her
getting
up
by
candle
-
light
on
these
dark
mornings
,
busying
herself
in
the
day
’
s
arrangements
,
going
out
to
market
before
the
clerks
come
into
the
Inn
,
caring
for
no
weather
,
devising
the
most
capital
little
dinners
out
of
the
plainest
materials
,
making
puddings
and
pies
,
keeping
everything
in
its
right
place
,
always
so
neat
and
ornamental
herself
,
sitting
up
at
night
with
me
if
it
’
s
ever
so
late
,
sweet
-
tempered
and
encouraging
always
,
and
all
for
me
,
I
positively
sometimes
can
’
t
believe
it
,
Copperfield
!
’
He
was
tender
of
the
very
slippers
she
had
been
warming
,
as
he
put
them
on
,
and
stretched
his
feet
enjoyingly
upon
the
fender
.
