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I
was
scarcely
more
delighted
with
the
prospect
of
earning
my
own
bread
,
than
with
the
hope
of
earning
it
under
my
old
master
;
in
short
,
acting
on
the
advice
of
Agnes
,
I
sat
down
and
wrote
a
letter
to
the
Doctor
,
stating
my
object
,
and
appointing
to
call
on
him
next
day
at
ten
in
the
forenoon
.
This
I
addressed
to
Highgate
—
for
in
that
place
,
so
memorable
to
me
,
he
lived
—
and
went
and
posted
,
myself
,
without
losing
a
minute
.
Wherever
Agnes
was
,
some
agreeable
token
of
her
noiseless
presence
seemed
inseparable
from
the
place
.
When
I
came
back
,
I
found
my
aunt
’
s
birds
hanging
,
just
as
they
had
hung
so
long
in
the
parlour
window
of
the
cottage
;
and
my
easy
-
chair
imitating
my
aunt
’
s
much
easier
chair
in
its
position
at
the
open
window
;
and
even
the
round
green
fan
,
which
my
aunt
had
brought
away
with
her
,
screwed
on
to
the
window
-
sill
.
I
knew
who
had
done
all
this
,
by
its
seeming
to
have
quietly
done
itself
;
and
I
should
have
known
in
a
moment
who
had
arranged
my
neglected
books
in
the
old
order
of
my
school
days
,
even
if
I
had
supposed
Agnes
to
be
miles
away
,
instead
of
seeing
her
busy
with
them
,
and
smiling
at
the
disorder
into
which
they
had
fallen
.
My
aunt
was
quite
gracious
on
the
subject
of
the
Thames
(
it
really
did
look
very
well
with
the
sun
upon
it
,
though
not
like
the
sea
before
the
cottage
)
,
but
she
could
not
relent
towards
the
London
smoke
,
which
,
she
said
,
‘
peppered
everything
’
.
A
complete
revolution
,
in
which
Peggotty
bore
a
prominent
part
,
was
being
effected
in
every
corner
of
my
rooms
,
in
regard
of
this
pepper
;
and
I
was
looking
on
,
thinking
how
little
even
Peggotty
seemed
to
do
with
a
good
deal
of
bustle
,
and
how
much
Agnes
did
without
any
bustle
at
all
,
when
a
knock
came
at
the
door
.
‘
I
think
,
’
said
Agnes
,
turning
pale
,
‘
it
’
s
papa
.
He
promised
me
that
he
would
come
.
’
I
opened
the
door
,
and
admitted
,
not
only
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
but
Uriah
Heep
.
I
had
not
seen
Mr
.
Wickfield
for
some
time
.
I
was
prepared
for
a
great
change
in
him
,
after
what
I
had
heard
from
Agnes
,
but
his
appearance
shocked
me
.
It
was
not
that
he
looked
many
years
older
,
though
still
dressed
with
the
old
scrupulous
cleanliness
;
or
that
there
was
an
unwholesome
ruddiness
upon
his
face
;
or
that
his
eyes
were
full
and
bloodshot
;
or
that
there
was
a
nervous
trembling
in
his
hand
,
the
cause
of
which
I
knew
,
and
had
for
some
years
seen
at
work
.
It
was
not
that
he
had
lost
his
good
looks
,
or
his
old
bearing
of
a
gentleman
—
for
that
he
had
not
—
but
the
thing
that
struck
me
most
,
was
,
that
with
the
evidences
of
his
native
superiority
still
upon
him
,
he
should
submit
himself
to
that
crawling
impersonation
of
meanness
,
Uriah
Heep
.
The
reversal
of
the
two
natures
,
in
their
relative
positions
,
Uriah
’
s
of
power
and
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
of
dependence
,
was
a
sight
more
painful
to
me
than
I
can
express
.
If
I
had
seen
an
Ape
taking
command
of
a
Man
,
I
should
hardly
have
thought
it
a
more
degrading
spectacle
.
He
appeared
to
be
only
too
conscious
of
it
himself
.
When
he
came
in
,
he
stood
still
;
and
with
his
head
bowed
,
as
if
he
felt
it
.
This
was
only
for
a
moment
;
for
Agnes
softly
said
to
him
,
‘
Papa
!
Here
is
Miss
Trotwood
—
and
Trotwood
,
whom
you
have
not
seen
for
a
long
while
!
’
and
then
he
approached
,
and
constrainedly
gave
my
aunt
his
hand
,
and
shook
hands
more
cordially
with
me
.
In
the
moment
’
s
pause
I
speak
of
,
I
saw
Uriah
’
s
countenance
form
itself
into
a
most
ill
-
favoured
smile
.
Agnes
saw
it
too
,
I
think
,
for
she
shrank
from
him
.
What
my
aunt
saw
,
or
did
not
see
,
I
defy
the
science
of
physiognomy
to
have
made
out
,
without
her
own
consent
.
I
believe
there
never
was
anybody
with
such
an
imperturbable
countenance
when
she
chose
.
Her
face
might
have
been
a
dead
-
wall
on
the
occasion
in
question
,
for
any
light
it
threw
upon
her
thoughts
;
until
she
broke
silence
with
her
usual
abruptness
.
‘
Well
,
Wickfield
!
’
said
my
aunt
;
and
he
looked
up
at
her
for
the
first
time
.
‘
I
have
been
telling
your
daughter
how
well
I
have
been
disposing
of
my
money
for
myself
,
because
I
couldn
’
t
trust
it
to
you
,
as
you
were
growing
rusty
in
business
matters
.
We
have
been
taking
counsel
together
,
and
getting
on
very
well
,
all
things
considered
.
Agnes
is
worth
the
whole
firm
,
in
my
opinion
.
’
