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As
we
stood
,
front
to
front
,
I
saw
so
plainly
,
in
the
stealthy
exultation
of
his
face
,
what
I
already
so
plainly
knew
;
I
mean
that
he
forced
his
confidence
upon
me
,
expressly
to
make
me
miserable
,
and
had
set
a
deliberate
trap
for
me
in
this
very
matter
;
that
I
couldn
’
t
bear
it
.
The
whole
of
his
lank
cheek
was
invitingly
before
me
,
and
I
struck
it
with
my
open
hand
with
that
force
that
my
fingers
tingled
as
if
I
had
burnt
them
.
He
caught
the
hand
in
his
,
and
we
stood
in
that
connexion
,
looking
at
each
other
.
We
stood
so
,
a
long
time
;
long
enough
for
me
to
see
the
white
marks
of
my
fingers
die
out
of
the
deep
red
of
his
cheek
,
and
leave
it
a
deeper
red
.
‘
Copperfield
,
’
he
said
at
length
,
in
a
breathless
voice
,
‘
have
you
taken
leave
of
your
senses
?
’
‘
I
have
taken
leave
of
you
,
’
said
I
,
wresting
my
hand
away
.
‘
You
dog
,
I
’
ll
know
no
more
of
you
.
’
‘
Won
’
t
you
?
’
said
he
,
constrained
by
the
pain
of
his
cheek
to
put
his
hand
there
.
‘
Perhaps
you
won
’
t
be
able
to
help
it
.
Isn
’
t
this
ungrateful
of
you
,
now
?
’
‘
I
have
shown
you
often
enough
,
’
said
I
,
‘
that
I
despise
you
.
I
have
shown
you
now
,
more
plainly
,
that
I
do
.
Why
should
I
dread
your
doing
your
worst
to
all
about
you
?
What
else
do
you
ever
do
?
’
He
perfectly
understood
this
allusion
to
the
considerations
that
had
hitherto
restrained
me
in
my
communications
with
him
.
I
rather
think
that
neither
the
blow
,
nor
the
allusion
,
would
have
escaped
me
,
but
for
the
assurance
I
had
had
from
Agnes
that
night
.
It
is
no
matter
.
There
was
another
long
pause
.
His
eyes
,
as
he
looked
at
me
,
seemed
to
take
every
shade
of
colour
that
could
make
eyes
ugly
.
‘
Copperfield
,
’
he
said
,
removing
his
hand
from
his
cheek
,
‘
you
have
always
gone
against
me
.
I
know
you
always
used
to
be
against
me
at
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
.
’
