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I
took
the
liberty
of
mentioning
it
to
Traddles
,
as
we
were
walking
to
Putney
;
and
saying
that
if
he
WOULD
smooth
it
down
a
little
—
‘
My
dear
Copperfield
,
’
said
Traddles
,
lifting
off
his
hat
,
and
rubbing
his
hair
all
kinds
of
ways
,
‘
nothing
would
give
me
greater
pleasure
.
But
it
won
’
t
.
’
‘
Won
’
t
be
smoothed
down
?
’
said
I
.
‘
No
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Nothing
will
induce
it
.
If
I
was
to
carry
a
half
-
hundred
-
weight
upon
it
,
all
the
way
to
Putney
,
it
would
be
up
again
the
moment
the
weight
was
taken
off
.
You
have
no
idea
what
obstinate
hair
mine
is
,
Copperfield
.
I
am
quite
a
fretful
porcupine
.
’
I
was
a
little
disappointed
,
I
must
confess
,
but
thoroughly
charmed
by
his
good
-
nature
too
.
I
told
him
how
I
esteemed
his
good
-
nature
;
and
said
that
his
hair
must
have
taken
all
the
obstinacy
out
of
his
character
,
for
he
had
none
.
‘
Oh
!
’
returned
Traddles
,
laughing
.
‘
I
assure
you
,
it
’
s
quite
an
old
story
,
my
unfortunate
hair
.
My
uncle
’
s
wife
couldn
’
t
bear
it
.
She
said
it
exasperated
her
.
It
stood
very
much
in
my
way
,
too
,
when
I
first
fell
in
love
with
Sophy
.
Very
much
!
’
‘
Did
she
object
to
it
?
’
‘
SHE
didn
’
t
,
’
rejoined
Traddles
;
‘
but
her
eldest
sister
—
the
one
that
’
s
the
Beauty
—
quite
made
game
of
it
,
I
understand
.
In
fact
,
all
the
sisters
laugh
at
it
.
’
‘
Agreeable
!
’
said
I
.
