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My
aunt
seemed
disposed
to
contest
the
point
;
but
to
facilitate
matters
I
said
I
would
gladly
remain
behind
,
if
they
pleased
;
and
returned
into
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
office
,
where
I
sat
down
again
,
in
the
chair
I
had
first
occupied
,
to
await
their
return
.
It
so
happened
that
this
chair
was
opposite
a
narrow
passage
,
which
ended
in
the
little
circular
room
where
I
had
seen
Uriah
Heep
’
s
pale
face
looking
out
of
the
window
.
Uriah
,
having
taken
the
pony
to
a
neighbouring
stable
,
was
at
work
at
a
desk
in
this
room
,
which
had
a
brass
frame
on
the
top
to
hang
paper
upon
,
and
on
which
the
writing
he
was
making
a
copy
of
was
then
hanging
.
Though
his
face
was
towards
me
,
I
thought
,
for
some
time
,
the
writing
being
between
us
,
that
he
could
not
see
me
;
but
looking
that
way
more
attentively
,
it
made
me
uncomfortable
to
observe
that
,
every
now
and
then
,
his
sleepless
eyes
would
come
below
the
writing
,
like
two
red
suns
,
and
stealthily
stare
at
me
for
I
dare
say
a
whole
minute
at
a
time
,
during
which
his
pen
went
,
or
pretended
to
go
,
as
cleverly
as
ever
.
I
made
several
attempts
to
get
out
of
their
way
-
such
as
standing
on
a
chair
to
look
at
a
map
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
,
and
poring
over
the
columns
of
a
Kentish
newspaper
—
but
they
always
attracted
me
back
again
;
and
whenever
I
looked
towards
those
two
red
suns
,
I
was
sure
to
find
them
,
either
just
rising
or
just
setting
.
At
length
,
much
to
my
relief
,
my
aunt
and
Mr
.
Wickfield
came
back
,
after
a
pretty
long
absence
.
They
were
not
so
successful
as
I
could
have
wished
;
for
though
the
advantages
of
the
school
were
undeniable
,
my
aunt
had
not
approved
of
any
of
the
boarding
-
houses
proposed
for
me
.
‘
It
’
s
very
unfortunate
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
,
Trot
.
’
‘
It
does
happen
unfortunately
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
.
‘
But
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
you
can
do
,
Miss
Trotwood
.
’
‘
What
’
s
that
?
’
inquired
my
aunt
.
‘
Leave
your
nephew
here
,
for
the
present
.
He
’
s
a
quiet
fellow
.
He
won
’
t
disturb
me
at
all
.
It
’
s
a
capital
house
for
study
.
As
quiet
as
a
monastery
,
and
almost
as
roomy
.
Leave
him
here
.
’
My
aunt
evidently
liked
the
offer
,
though
she
was
delicate
of
accepting
it
.
So
did
I
.
‘
Come
,
Miss
Trotwood
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
.
‘
This
is
the
way
out
of
the
difficulty
.
It
’
s
only
a
temporary
arrangement
,
you
know
.
If
it
don
’
t
act
well
,
or
don
’
t
quite
accord
with
our
mutual
convenience
,
he
can
easily
go
to
the
right
-
about
.
There
will
be
time
to
find
some
better
place
for
him
in
the
meanwhile
.
You
had
better
determine
to
leave
him
here
for
the
present
!
’
‘
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
’
said
my
aunt
;
‘
and
so
is
he
,
I
see
;
but
—
—
’
