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What
his
thoughts
were
on
the
subject
,
or
what
his
observation
was
,
I
am
as
unable
to
explain
,
as
I
dare
say
he
would
have
been
to
assist
me
in
the
task
.
But
,
as
I
have
recorded
in
the
narrative
of
my
school
days
,
his
veneration
for
the
Doctor
was
unbounded
;
and
there
is
a
subtlety
of
perception
in
real
attachment
,
even
when
it
is
borne
towards
man
by
one
of
the
lower
animals
,
which
leaves
the
highest
intellect
behind
.
To
this
mind
of
the
heart
,
if
I
may
call
it
so
,
in
Mr
.
Dick
,
some
bright
ray
of
the
truth
shot
straight
.
He
had
proudly
resumed
his
privilege
,
in
many
of
his
spare
hours
,
of
walking
up
and
down
the
garden
with
the
Doctor
;
as
he
had
been
accustomed
to
pace
up
and
down
The
Doctor
’
s
Walk
at
Canterbury
.
But
matters
were
no
sooner
in
this
state
,
than
he
devoted
all
his
spare
time
(
and
got
up
earlier
to
make
it
more
)
to
these
perambulations
.
If
he
had
never
been
so
happy
as
when
the
Doctor
read
that
marvellous
performance
,
the
Dictionary
,
to
him
;
he
was
now
quite
miserable
unless
the
Doctor
pulled
it
out
of
his
pocket
,
and
began
.
When
the
Doctor
and
I
were
engaged
,
he
now
fell
into
the
custom
of
walking
up
and
down
with
Mrs
.
Strong
,
and
helping
her
to
trim
her
favourite
flowers
,
or
weed
the
beds
.
I
dare
say
he
rarely
spoke
a
dozen
words
in
an
hour
:
but
his
quiet
interest
,
and
his
wistful
face
,
found
immediate
response
in
both
their
breasts
;
each
knew
that
the
other
liked
him
,
and
that
he
loved
both
;
and
he
became
what
no
one
else
could
be
—
a
link
between
them
.
When
I
think
of
him
,
with
his
impenetrably
wise
face
,
walking
up
and
down
with
the
Doctor
,
delighted
to
be
battered
by
the
hard
words
in
the
Dictionary
;
when
I
think
of
him
carrying
huge
watering
-
pots
after
Annie
;
kneeling
down
,
in
very
paws
of
gloves
,
at
patient
microscopic
work
among
the
little
leaves
;
expressing
as
no
philosopher
could
have
expressed
,
in
everything
he
did
,
a
delicate
desire
to
be
her
friend
;
showering
sympathy
,
trustfulness
,
and
affection
,
out
of
every
hole
in
the
watering
-
pot
;
when
I
think
of
him
never
wandering
in
that
better
mind
of
his
to
which
unhappiness
addressed
itself
,
never
bringing
the
unfortunate
King
Charles
into
the
garden
,
never
wavering
in
his
grateful
service
,
never
diverted
from
his
knowledge
that
there
was
something
wrong
,
or
from
his
wish
to
set
it
right
-
I
really
feel
almost
ashamed
of
having
known
that
he
was
not
quite
in
his
wits
,
taking
account
of
the
utmost
I
have
done
with
mine
.
‘
Nobody
but
myself
,
Trot
,
knows
what
that
man
is
!
’
my
aunt
would
proudly
remark
,
when
we
conversed
about
it
.
‘
Dick
will
distinguish
himself
yet
!
’
I
must
refer
to
one
other
topic
before
I
close
this
chapter
.
While
the
visit
at
the
Doctor
’
s
was
still
in
progress
,
I
observed
that
the
postman
brought
two
or
three
letters
every
morning
for
Uriah
Heep
,
who
remained
at
Highgate
until
the
rest
went
back
,
it
being
a
leisure
time
;
and
that
these
were
always
directed
in
a
business
-
like
manner
by
Mr
.
Micawber
,
who
now
assumed
a
round
legal
hand
.
I
was
glad
to
infer
,
from
these
slight
premises
,
that
Mr
.
Micawber
was
doing
well
;
and
consequently
was
much
surprised
to
receive
,
about
this
time
,
the
following
letter
from
his
amiable
wife
.
‘
CANTERBURY
,
Monday
Evening
.
‘
You
will
doubtless
be
surprised
,
my
dear
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
to
receive
this
communication
.
Still
more
so
,
by
its
contents
.
Still
more
so
,
by
the
stipulation
of
implicit
confidence
which
I
beg
to
impose
.
But
my
feelings
as
a
wife
and
mother
require
relief
;
and
as
I
do
not
wish
to
consult
my
family
(
already
obnoxious
to
the
feelings
of
Mr
.
Micawber
)
,
I
know
no
one
of
whom
I
can
better
ask
advice
than
my
friend
and
former
lodger
.
‘
You
may
be
aware
,
my
dear
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
that
between
myself
and
Mr
.
Micawber
(
whom
I
will
never
desert
)
,
there
has
always
been
preserved
a
spirit
of
mutual
confidence
.
Mr
.
Micawber
may
have
occasionally
given
a
bill
without
consulting
me
,
or
he
may
have
misled
me
as
to
the
period
when
that
obligation
would
become
due
.
This
has
actually
happened
.
But
,
in
general
,
Mr
.
Micawber
has
had
no
secrets
from
the
bosom
of
affection
—
I
allude
to
his
wife
—
and
has
invariably
,
on
our
retirement
to
rest
,
recalled
the
events
of
the
day
.
