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- Дэвид Копперфильд
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But
there
was
a
certain
dash
and
glare
about
him
that
caught
her
.
However
,
now
we
have
got
her
safe
at
our
house
,
and
got
rid
of
him
,
we
must
cheer
her
up
again
.
’
Traddles
’
s
house
is
one
of
the
very
houses
—
or
it
easily
may
have
been
—
which
he
and
Sophy
used
to
parcel
out
,
in
their
evening
walks
.
It
is
a
large
house
;
but
Traddles
keeps
his
papers
in
his
dressing
-
room
and
his
boots
with
his
papers
;
and
he
and
Sophy
squeeze
themselves
into
upper
rooms
,
reserving
the
best
bedrooms
for
the
Beauty
and
the
girls
.
There
is
no
room
to
spare
in
the
house
;
for
more
of
‘
the
girls
’
are
here
,
and
always
are
here
,
by
some
accident
or
other
,
than
I
know
how
to
count
.
Here
,
when
we
go
in
,
is
a
crowd
of
them
,
running
down
to
the
door
,
and
handing
Traddles
about
to
be
kissed
,
until
he
is
out
of
breath
.
Here
,
established
in
perpetuity
,
is
the
poor
Beauty
,
a
widow
with
a
little
girl
;
here
,
at
dinner
on
Sophy
’
s
birthday
,
are
the
three
married
girls
with
their
three
husbands
,
and
one
of
the
husband
’
s
brothers
,
and
another
husband
’
s
cousin
,
and
another
husband
’
s
sister
,
who
appears
to
me
to
be
engaged
to
the
cousin
.
Traddles
,
exactly
the
same
simple
,
unaffected
fellow
as
he
ever
was
,
sits
at
the
foot
of
the
large
table
like
a
Patriarch
;
and
Sophy
beams
upon
him
,
from
the
head
,
across
a
cheerful
space
that
is
certainly
not
glittering
with
Britannia
metal
.
And
now
,
as
I
close
my
task
,
subduing
my
desire
to
linger
yet
,
these
faces
fade
away
But
one
face
,
shining
on
me
like
a
Heavenly
light
by
which
I
see
all
other
objects
,
is
above
them
and
beyond
them
all
.
And
that
remains
.
I
turn
my
head
,
and
see
it
,
in
its
beautiful
serenity
,
beside
me
.
My
lamp
burns
low
,
and
I
have
written
far
into
the
night
;
but
the
dear
presence
,
without
which
I
were
nothing
,
bears
me
company
.
O
Agnes
,
O
my
soul
,
so
may
thy
face
be
by
me
when
I
close
my
life
indeed
;
so
may
I
,
when
realities
are
melting
from
me
,
like
the
shadows
which
I
now
dismiss
,
still
find
thee
near
me
,
pointing
upward
!