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I
felt
quite
uncomfortable
—
as
if
Mrs
.
Micawber
supposed
I
had
asked
her
to
do
anything
of
the
sort
!
—
and
sat
looking
at
her
in
alarm
.
‘
Mr
.
Micawber
has
his
faults
.
I
do
not
deny
that
he
is
improvident
.
I
do
not
deny
that
he
has
kept
me
in
the
dark
as
to
his
resources
and
his
liabilities
both
,
’
she
went
on
,
looking
at
the
wall
;
‘
but
I
never
will
desert
Mr
.
Micawber
!
’
Mrs
.
Micawber
having
now
raised
her
voice
into
a
perfect
scream
,
I
was
so
frightened
that
I
ran
off
to
the
club
-
room
,
and
disturbed
Mr
.
Micawber
in
the
act
of
presiding
at
a
long
table
,
and
leading
the
chorus
of
Gee
up
,
Dobbin
,
Gee
ho
,
Dobbin
,
Gee
up
,
Dobbin
,
Gee
up
,
and
gee
ho
—
o
—
o
!
with
the
tidings
that
Mrs
.
Micawber
was
in
an
alarming
state
,
upon
which
he
immediately
burst
into
tears
,
and
came
away
with
me
with
his
waistcoat
full
of
the
heads
and
tails
of
shrimps
,
of
which
he
had
been
partaking
.
‘
Emma
,
my
angel
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Micawber
,
running
into
the
room
;
‘
what
is
the
matter
?
’
‘
I
never
will
desert
you
,
Micawber
!
’
she
exclaimed
.
