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He
would
have
looked
to
Uriah
,
I
believe
,
before
replying
,
if
that
worthy
had
not
anticipated
him
.
‘
I
am
bespoke
myself
,
’
said
Uriah
,
‘
on
business
;
otherwise
I
should
have
been
appy
to
have
kept
with
my
friends
.
But
I
leave
my
partner
to
represent
the
firm
.
Miss
Agnes
,
ever
yours
!
I
wish
you
good
-
day
,
Master
Copperfield
,
and
leave
my
umble
respects
for
Miss
Betsey
Trotwood
.
’
With
those
words
,
he
retired
,
kissing
his
great
hand
,
and
leering
at
us
like
a
mask
.
We
sat
there
,
talking
about
our
pleasant
old
Canterbury
days
,
an
hour
or
two
.
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
left
to
Agnes
,
soon
became
more
like
his
former
self
;
though
there
was
a
settled
depression
upon
him
,
which
he
never
shook
off
.
For
all
that
,
he
brightened
;
and
had
an
evident
pleasure
in
hearing
us
recall
the
little
incidents
of
our
old
life
,
many
of
which
he
remembered
very
well
.
He
said
it
was
like
those
times
,
to
be
alone
with
Agnes
and
me
again
;
and
he
wished
to
Heaven
they
had
never
changed
.
I
am
sure
there
was
an
influence
in
the
placid
face
of
Agnes
,
and
in
the
very
touch
of
her
hand
upon
his
arm
,
that
did
wonders
for
him
.
My
aunt
(
who
was
busy
nearly
all
this
while
with
Peggotty
,
in
the
inner
room
)
would
not
accompany
us
to
the
place
where
they
were
staying
,
but
insisted
on
my
going
;
and
I
went
.
We
dined
together
.
After
dinner
,
Agnes
sat
beside
him
,
as
of
old
,
and
poured
out
his
wine
.
He
took
what
she
gave
him
,
and
no
more
—
like
a
child
—
and
we
all
three
sat
together
at
a
window
as
the
evening
gathered
in
.
When
it
was
almost
dark
,
he
lay
down
on
a
sofa
,
Agnes
pillowing
his
head
and
bending
over
him
a
little
while
;
and
when
she
came
back
to
the
window
,
it
was
not
so
dark
but
I
could
see
tears
glittering
in
her
eyes
I
pray
Heaven
that
I
never
may
forget
the
dear
girl
in
her
love
and
truth
,
at
that
time
of
my
life
;
for
if
I
should
,
I
must
be
drawing
near
the
end
,
and
then
I
would
desire
to
remember
her
best
!
She
filled
my
heart
with
such
good
resolutions
,
strengthened
my
weakness
so
,
by
her
example
,
so
directed
—
I
know
not
how
,
she
was
too
modest
and
gentle
to
advise
me
in
many
words
—
the
wandering
ardour
and
unsettled
purpose
within
me
,
that
all
the
little
good
I
have
done
,
and
all
the
harm
I
have
forborne
,
I
solemnly
believe
I
may
refer
to
her
.
And
how
she
spoke
to
me
of
Dora
,
sitting
at
the
window
in
the
dark
;
listened
to
my
praises
of
her
;
praised
again
;
and
round
the
little
fairy
-
figure
shed
some
glimpses
of
her
own
pure
light
,
that
made
it
yet
more
precious
and
more
innocent
to
me
!
Oh
,
Agnes
,
sister
of
my
boyhood
,
if
I
had
known
then
,
what
I
knew
long
afterwards
!
—
There
was
a
beggar
in
the
street
,
when
I
went
down
;
and
as
I
turned
my
head
towards
the
window
,
thinking
of
her
calm
seraphic
eyes
,
he
made
me
start
by
muttering
,
as
if
he
were
an
echo
of
the
morning
:
‘
Blind
!
Blind
!
Blind
!
’
Ibegan
the
next
day
with
another
dive
into
the
Roman
bath
,
and
then
started
for
Highgate
.
I
was
not
dispirited
now
.
I
was
not
afraid
of
the
shabby
coat
,
and
had
no
yearnings
after
gallant
greys
.
My
whole
manner
of
thinking
of
our
late
misfortune
was
changed
.
What
I
had
to
do
,
was
,
to
show
my
aunt
that
her
past
goodness
to
me
had
not
been
thrown
away
on
an
insensible
,
ungrateful
object
.
What
I
had
to
do
,
was
,
to
turn
the
painful
discipline
of
my
younger
days
to
account
,
by
going
to
work
with
a
resolute
and
steady
heart
.
What
I
had
to
do
,
was
,
to
take
my
woodman
’
s
axe
in
my
hand
,
and
clear
my
own
way
through
the
forest
of
difficulty
,
by
cutting
down
the
trees
until
I
came
to
Dora
.
And
I
went
on
at
a
mighty
rate
,
as
if
it
could
be
done
by
walking
.
