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Hopeless
!
What
you
wish
to
be
done
,
can
’
t
be
done
.
I
—
I
really
have
got
an
appointment
at
the
Bank
.
’
With
that
he
fairly
ran
away
;
and
to
the
best
of
my
knowledge
,
it
was
three
days
before
he
showed
himself
in
the
Commons
again
.
Being
very
anxious
to
leave
no
stone
unturned
,
I
waited
until
Mr
.
Spenlow
came
in
,
and
then
described
what
had
passed
;
giving
him
to
understand
that
I
was
not
hopeless
of
his
being
able
to
soften
the
adamantine
jorkins
,
if
he
would
undertake
the
task
.
‘
Copperfield
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Spenlow
,
with
a
gracious
smile
,
‘
you
have
not
known
my
partner
,
Mr
.
jorkins
,
as
long
as
I
have
.
Nothing
is
farther
from
my
thoughts
than
to
attribute
any
degree
of
artifice
to
Mr
.
jorkins
.
But
Mr
.
jorkins
has
a
way
of
stating
his
objections
which
often
deceives
people
.
No
,
Copperfield
!
’
shaking
his
head
.
‘
Mr
.
jorkins
is
not
to
be
moved
,
believe
me
!
’
I
was
completely
bewildered
between
Mr
.
Spenlow
and
Mr
.
jorkins
,
as
to
which
of
them
really
was
the
objecting
partner
;
but
I
saw
with
sufficient
clearness
that
there
was
obduracy
somewhere
in
the
firm
,
and
that
the
recovery
of
my
aunt
’
s
thousand
pounds
was
out
of
the
question
.
In
a
state
of
despondency
,
which
I
remember
with
anything
but
satisfaction
,
for
I
know
it
still
had
too
much
reference
to
myself
(
though
always
in
connexion
with
Dora
)
,
I
left
the
office
,
and
went
homeward
.
I
was
trying
to
familiarize
my
mind
with
the
worst
,
and
to
present
to
myself
the
arrangements
we
should
have
to
make
for
the
future
in
their
sternest
aspect
,
when
a
hackney
-
chariot
coming
after
me
,
and
stopping
at
my
very
feet
,
occasioned
me
to
look
up
.
A
fair
hand
was
stretched
forth
to
me
from
the
window
;
and
the
face
I
had
never
seen
without
a
feeling
of
serenity
and
happiness
,
from
the
moment
when
it
first
turned
back
on
the
old
oak
staircase
with
the
great
broad
balustrade
,
and
when
I
associated
its
softened
beauty
with
the
stained
-
glass
window
in
the
church
,
was
smiling
on
me
.
‘
Agnes
!
’
I
joyfully
exclaimed
.
‘
Oh
,
my
dear
Agnes
,
of
all
people
in
the
world
,
what
a
pleasure
to
see
you
!
’
‘
Is
it
,
indeed
?
’
she
said
,
in
her
cordial
voice
.
‘
I
want
to
talk
to
you
so
much
!
’
said
I
.
‘
It
’
s
such
a
lightening
of
my
heart
,
only
to
look
at
you
!
If
I
had
had
a
conjuror
’
s
cap
,
there
is
no
one
I
should
have
wished
for
but
you
!
’
‘
What
?
’
returned
Agnes
.
‘
Well
!
perhaps
Dora
first
,
’
I
admitted
,
with
a
blush
.
