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There
are
people
enough
to
tread
upon
me
in
my
lowly
state
,
without
my
doing
outrage
to
their
feelings
by
possessing
learning
.
Learning
ain
’
t
for
me
.
A
person
like
myself
had
better
not
aspire
.
If
he
is
to
get
on
in
life
,
he
must
get
on
umbly
,
Master
Copperfield
!
’
I
never
saw
his
mouth
so
wide
,
or
the
creases
in
his
cheeks
so
deep
,
as
when
he
delivered
himself
of
these
sentiments
:
shaking
his
head
all
the
time
,
and
writhing
modestly
.
‘
I
think
you
are
wrong
,
Uriah
,
’
I
said
.
‘
I
dare
say
there
are
several
things
that
I
could
teach
you
,
if
you
would
like
to
learn
them
.
’
‘
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
doubt
that
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
answered
;
‘
not
in
the
least
.
But
not
being
umble
yourself
,
you
don
’
t
judge
well
,
perhaps
,
for
them
that
are
.
I
won
’
t
provoke
my
betters
with
knowledge
,
thank
you
.
I
’
m
much
too
umble
.
Here
is
my
umble
dwelling
,
Master
Copperfield
!
’
We
entered
a
low
,
old
-
fashioned
room
,
walked
straight
into
from
the
street
,
and
found
there
Mrs
.
Heep
,
who
was
the
dead
image
of
Uriah
,
only
short
.
She
received
me
with
the
utmost
humility
,
and
apologized
to
me
for
giving
her
son
a
kiss
,
observing
that
,
lowly
as
they
were
,
they
had
their
natural
affections
,
which
they
hoped
would
give
no
offence
to
anyone
.
It
was
a
perfectly
decent
room
,
half
parlour
and
half
kitchen
,
but
not
at
all
a
snug
room
.
The
tea
-
things
were
set
upon
the
table
,
and
the
kettle
was
boiling
on
the
hob
.
There
was
a
chest
of
drawers
with
an
escritoire
top
,
for
Uriah
to
read
or
write
at
of
an
evening
;
there
was
Uriah
’
s
blue
bag
lying
down
and
vomiting
papers
;
there
was
a
company
of
Uriah
’
s
books
commanded
by
Mr
.
Tidd
;
there
was
a
corner
cupboard
:
and
there
were
the
usual
articles
of
furniture
.
I
don
’
t
remember
that
any
individual
object
had
a
bare
,
pinched
,
spare
look
;
but
I
do
remember
that
the
whole
place
had
.
It
was
perhaps
a
part
of
Mrs
.
Heep
’
s
humility
,
that
she
still
wore
weeds
.
Notwithstanding
the
lapse
of
time
that
had
occurred
since
Mr
.
Heep
’
s
decease
,
she
still
wore
weeds
.
I
think
there
was
some
compromise
in
the
cap
;
but
otherwise
she
was
as
weedy
as
in
the
early
days
of
her
mourning
.
‘
This
is
a
day
to
be
remembered
,
my
Uriah
,
I
am
sure
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Heep
,
making
the
tea
,
‘
when
Master
Copperfield
pays
us
a
visit
.
’
‘
I
said
you
’
d
think
so
,
mother
,
’
said
Uriah
.
‘
If
I
could
have
wished
father
to
remain
among
us
for
any
reason
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Heep
,
‘
it
would
have
been
,
that
he
might
have
known
his
company
this
afternoon
.
’
