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‘
And
I
shall
be
twenty
times
happier
,
sir
,
’
said
I
,
with
a
little
-
I
hope
innocent
—
flattery
,
‘
if
my
employment
is
to
be
on
the
Dictionary
.
’
The
Doctor
stopped
,
smilingly
clapped
me
on
the
shoulder
again
,
and
exclaimed
,
with
a
triumph
most
delightful
to
behold
,
as
if
I
had
penetrated
to
the
profoundest
depths
of
mortal
sagacity
,
‘
My
dear
young
friend
,
you
have
hit
it
.
It
IS
the
Dictionary
!
’
How
could
it
be
anything
else
!
His
pockets
were
as
full
of
it
as
his
head
.
It
was
sticking
out
of
him
in
all
directions
.
He
told
me
that
since
his
retirement
from
scholastic
life
,
he
had
been
advancing
with
it
wonderfully
;
and
that
nothing
could
suit
him
better
than
the
proposed
arrangements
for
morning
and
evening
work
,
as
it
was
his
custom
to
walk
about
in
the
daytime
with
his
considering
cap
on
.
His
papers
were
in
a
little
confusion
,
in
consequence
of
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
having
lately
proffered
his
occasional
services
as
an
amanuensis
,
and
not
being
accustomed
to
that
occupation
;
but
we
should
soon
put
right
what
was
amiss
,
and
go
on
swimmingly
.
Afterwards
,
when
we
were
fairly
at
our
work
,
I
found
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
’
s
efforts
more
troublesome
to
me
than
I
had
expected
,
as
he
had
not
confined
himself
to
making
numerous
mistakes
,
but
had
sketched
so
many
soldiers
,
and
ladies
’
heads
,
over
the
Doctor
’
s
manuscript
,
that
I
often
became
involved
in
labyrinths
of
obscurity
.
The
Doctor
was
quite
happy
in
the
prospect
of
our
going
to
work
together
on
that
wonderful
performance
,
and
we
settled
to
begin
next
morning
at
seven
o
’
clock
.
We
were
to
work
two
hours
every
morning
,
and
two
or
three
hours
every
night
,
except
on
Saturdays
,
when
I
was
to
rest
.
On
Sundays
,
of
course
,
I
was
to
rest
also
,
and
I
considered
these
very
easy
terms
.
Our
plans
being
thus
arranged
to
our
mutual
satisfaction
,
the
Doctor
took
me
into
the
house
to
present
me
to
Mrs
.
Strong
,
whom
we
found
in
the
Doctor
’
s
new
study
,
dusting
his
books
,
—
a
freedom
which
he
never
permitted
anybody
else
to
take
with
those
sacred
favourites
.
They
had
postponed
their
breakfast
on
my
account
,
and
we
sat
down
to
table
together
.
We
had
not
been
seated
long
,
when
I
saw
an
approaching
arrival
in
Mrs
.
Strong
’
s
face
,
before
I
heard
any
sound
of
it
.
A
gentleman
on
horseback
came
to
the
gate
,
and
leading
his
horse
into
the
little
court
,
with
the
bridle
over
his
arm
,
as
if
he
were
quite
at
home
,
tied
him
to
a
ring
in
the
empty
coach
-
house
wall
,
and
came
into
the
breakfast
parlour
,
whip
in
hand
.
It
was
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
;
and
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
was
not
at
all
improved
by
India
,
I
thought
.
I
was
in
a
state
of
ferocious
virtue
,
however
,
as
to
young
men
who
were
not
cutting
down
trees
in
the
forest
of
difficulty
;
and
my
impression
must
be
received
with
due
allowance
.
‘
Mr
.
Jack
!
’
said
the
Doctor
.
‘
Copperfield
!
’
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
shook
hands
with
me
;
but
not
very
warmly
,
I
believed
;
and
with
an
air
of
languid
patronage
,
at
which
I
secretly
took
great
umbrage
.
But
his
languor
altogether
was
quite
a
wonderful
sight
;
except
when
he
addressed
himself
to
his
cousin
Annie
.
‘
Have
you
breakfasted
this
morning
,
Mr
.
Jack
?
’
said
the
Doctor
.
