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I
led
him
up
the
dark
stairs
,
to
prevent
his
knocking
his
head
against
anything
,
and
really
his
damp
cold
hand
felt
so
like
a
frog
in
mine
,
that
I
was
tempted
to
drop
it
and
run
away
.
Agnes
and
hospitality
prevailed
,
however
,
and
I
conducted
him
to
my
fireside
.
When
I
lighted
my
candles
,
he
fell
into
meek
transports
with
the
room
that
was
revealed
to
him
;
and
when
I
heated
the
coffee
in
an
unassuming
block
-
tin
vessel
in
which
Mrs
.
Crupp
delighted
to
prepare
it
(
chiefly
,
I
believe
,
because
it
was
not
intended
for
the
purpose
,
being
a
shaving
-
pot
,
and
because
there
was
a
patent
invention
of
great
price
mouldering
away
in
the
pantry
)
,
he
professed
so
much
emotion
,
that
I
could
joyfully
have
scalded
him
.
‘
Oh
,
really
,
Master
Copperfield
,
—
I
mean
Mister
Copperfield
,
’
said
Uriah
,
‘
to
see
you
waiting
upon
me
is
what
I
never
could
have
expected
!
But
,
one
way
and
another
,
so
many
things
happen
to
me
which
I
never
could
have
expected
,
I
am
sure
,
in
my
umble
station
,
that
it
seems
to
rain
blessings
on
my
ed
.
You
have
heard
something
,
I
des
-
say
,
of
a
change
in
my
expectations
,
Master
Copperfield
,
—
I
should
say
,
Mister
Copperfield
?
’
As
he
sat
on
my
sofa
,
with
his
long
knees
drawn
up
under
his
coffee
-
cup
,
his
hat
and
gloves
upon
the
ground
close
to
him
,
his
spoon
going
softly
round
and
round
,
his
shadowless
red
eyes
,
which
looked
as
if
they
had
scorched
their
lashes
off
,
turned
towards
me
without
looking
at
me
,
the
disagreeable
dints
I
have
formerly
described
in
his
nostrils
coming
and
going
with
his
breath
,
and
a
snaky
undulation
pervading
his
frame
from
his
chin
to
his
boots
,
I
decided
in
my
own
mind
that
I
disliked
him
intensely
.
It
made
me
very
uncomfortable
to
have
him
for
a
guest
,
for
I
was
young
then
,
and
unused
to
disguise
what
I
so
strongly
felt
.
‘
You
have
heard
something
,
I
des
-
say
,
of
a
change
in
my
expectations
,
Master
Copperfield
,
—
I
should
say
,
Mister
Copperfield
?
’
observed
Uriah
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
I
,
‘
something
.
’
‘
Ah
!
I
thought
Miss
Agnes
would
know
of
it
!
’
he
quietly
returned
.
‘
I
’
m
glad
to
find
Miss
Agnes
knows
of
it
.
Oh
,
thank
you
,
Master
—
Mister
Copperfield
!
’
I
could
have
thrown
my
bootjack
at
him
(
it
lay
ready
on
the
rug
)
,
for
having
entrapped
me
into
the
disclosure
of
anything
concerning
Agnes
,
however
immaterial
.
But
I
only
drank
my
coffee
.
‘
What
a
prophet
you
have
shown
yourself
,
Mister
Copperfield
!
’
pursued
Uriah
.
‘
Dear
me
,
what
a
prophet
you
have
proved
yourself
to
be
!
Don
’
t
you
remember
saying
to
me
once
,
that
perhaps
I
should
be
a
partner
in
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
business
,
and
perhaps
it
might
be
Wickfield
and
Heep
?
You
may
not
recollect
it
;
but
when
a
person
is
umble
,
Master
Copperfield
,
a
person
treasures
such
things
up
!
’
