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‘
Ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Micawber
,
with
a
bow
,
‘
you
are
very
obliging
:
and
what
are
you
doing
,
Copperfield
?
Still
in
the
wine
trade
?
’
I
was
excessively
anxious
to
get
Mr
.
Micawber
away
;
and
replied
,
with
my
hat
in
my
hand
,
and
a
very
red
face
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
that
I
was
a
pupil
at
Doctor
Strong
’
s
.
‘
A
pupil
?
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
raising
his
eyebrows
.
‘
I
am
extremely
happy
to
hear
it
.
Although
a
mind
like
my
friend
Copperfield
’
s
’
—
to
Uriah
and
Mrs
.
Heep
—
‘
does
not
require
that
cultivation
which
,
without
his
knowledge
of
men
and
things
,
it
would
require
,
still
it
is
a
rich
soil
teeming
with
latent
vegetation
—
in
short
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
smiling
,
in
another
burst
of
confidence
,
‘
it
is
an
intellect
capable
of
getting
up
the
classics
to
any
extent
.
’
Uriah
,
with
his
long
hands
slowly
twining
over
one
another
,
made
a
ghastly
writhe
from
the
waist
upwards
,
to
express
his
concurrence
in
this
estimation
of
me
.
‘
Shall
we
go
and
see
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
sir
?
’
I
said
,
to
get
Mr
.
Micawber
away
.
‘
If
you
will
do
her
that
favour
,
Copperfield
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Micawber
,
rising
.
‘
I
have
no
scruple
in
saying
,
in
the
presence
of
our
friends
here
,
that
I
am
a
man
who
has
,
for
some
years
,
contended
against
the
pressure
of
pecuniary
difficulties
.
’
I
knew
he
was
certain
to
say
something
of
this
kind
;
he
always
would
be
so
boastful
about
his
difficulties
.
‘
Sometimes
I
have
risen
superior
to
my
difficulties
.
Sometimes
my
difficulties
have
—
in
short
,
have
floored
me
.
There
have
been
times
when
I
have
administered
a
succession
of
facers
to
them
;
there
have
been
times
when
they
have
been
too
many
for
me
,
and
I
have
given
in
,
and
said
to
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
in
the
words
of
Cato
,
“
Plato
,
thou
reasonest
well
.
It
’
s
all
up
now
.
I
can
show
fight
no
more
.
”
But
at
no
time
of
my
life
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
have
I
enjoyed
a
higher
degree
of
satisfaction
than
in
pouring
my
griefs
(
if
I
may
describe
difficulties
,
chiefly
arising
out
of
warrants
of
attorney
and
promissory
notes
at
two
and
four
months
,
by
that
word
)
into
the
bosom
of
my
friend
Copperfield
.
’
Mr
.
Micawber
closed
this
handsome
tribute
by
saying
,
‘
Mr
.
Heep
!
Good
evening
.
Mrs
.
Heep
!
Your
servant
,
’
and
then
walking
out
with
me
in
his
most
fashionable
manner
,
making
a
good
deal
of
noise
on
the
pavement
with
his
shoes
,
and
humming
a
tune
as
we
went
.
It
was
a
little
inn
where
Mr
.
Micawber
put
up
,
and
he
occupied
a
little
room
in
it
,
partitioned
off
from
the
commercial
room
,
and
strongly
flavoured
with
tobacco
-
smoke
.
I
think
it
was
over
the
kitchen
,
because
a
warm
greasy
smell
appeared
to
come
up
through
the
chinks
in
the
floor
,
and
there
was
a
flabby
perspiration
on
the
walls
.
I
know
it
was
near
the
bar
,
on
account
of
the
smell
of
spirits
and
jingling
of
glasses
.
Here
,
recumbent
on
a
small
sofa
,
underneath
a
picture
of
a
race
-
horse
,
with
her
head
close
to
the
fire
,
and
her
feet
pushing
the
mustard
off
the
dumb
-
waiter
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
was
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
to
whom
Mr
.
