Дэвид Копперфильд

A Last Retrospect

           Buttherewasacertaindashandglareabouthimthatcaughther.However,nowwehavegothersafeatourhouse,andgotridofhim,wemustcheerherupagain.’

           Traddles’shouseisoneoftheveryhousesoriteasilymayhavebeenwhichheandSophyusedtoparcelout,intheireveningwalks.Itisalargehouse;butTraddleskeepshispapersinhisdressing-roomandhisbootswithhispapers;andheandSophysqueezethemselvesintoupperrooms,reservingthebestbedroomsfortheBeautyandthegirls.Thereisnoroomtospareinthehouse;formoreof‘thegirls’arehere,andalwaysarehere,bysomeaccidentorother,thanIknowhowtocount.Here,whenwegoin,isacrowdofthem,runningdowntothedoor,andhandingTraddlesabouttobekissed,untilheisoutofbreath.Here,establishedinperpetuity,isthepoorBeauty,awidowwithalittlegirl;here,atdinneronSophy’sbirthday,arethethreemarriedgirlswiththeirthreehusbands,andoneofthehusband’sbrothers,andanotherhusband’scousin,andanotherhusband’ssister,whoappearstometobeengagedtothecousin.Traddles,exactlythesamesimple,unaffectedfellowasheeverwas,sitsatthefootofthelargetablelikeaPatriarch;andSophybeamsuponhim,fromthehead,acrossacheerfulspacethatiscertainlynotglitteringwithBritanniametal.

           Andnow,asIclosemytask,subduingmydesiretolingeryet,thesefacesfadeaway

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