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‘
YOU
hold
your
tongue
,
mother
,
’
he
returned
;
‘
least
said
,
soonest
mended
.
’
‘
But
,
my
Ury
—
—
’
‘
Will
you
hold
your
tongue
,
mother
,
and
leave
it
to
me
?
’
Though
I
had
long
known
that
his
servility
was
false
,
and
all
his
pretences
knavish
and
hollow
,
I
had
had
no
adequate
conception
of
the
extent
of
his
hypocrisy
,
until
I
now
saw
him
with
his
mask
off
.
The
suddenness
with
which
he
dropped
it
,
when
he
perceived
that
it
was
useless
to
him
;
the
malice
,
insolence
,
and
hatred
,
he
revealed
;
the
leer
with
which
he
exulted
,
even
at
this
moment
,
in
the
evil
he
had
done
—
all
this
time
being
desperate
too
,
and
at
his
wits
’
end
for
the
means
of
getting
the
better
of
us
—
though
perfectly
consistent
with
the
experience
I
had
of
him
,
at
first
took
even
me
by
surprise
,
who
had
known
him
so
long
,
and
disliked
him
so
heartily
.
I
say
nothing
of
the
look
he
conferred
on
me
,
as
he
stood
eyeing
us
,
one
after
another
;
for
I
had
always
understood
that
he
hated
me
,
and
I
remembered
the
marks
of
my
hand
upon
his
cheek
.
But
when
his
eyes
passed
on
to
Agnes
,
and
I
saw
the
rage
with
which
he
felt
his
power
over
her
slipping
away
,
and
the
exhibition
,
in
their
disappointment
,
of
the
odious
passions
that
had
led
him
to
aspire
to
one
whose
virtues
he
could
never
appreciate
or
care
for
,
I
was
shocked
by
the
mere
thought
of
her
having
lived
,
an
hour
,
within
sight
of
such
a
man
.
After
some
rubbing
of
the
lower
part
of
his
face
,
and
some
looking
at
us
with
those
bad
eyes
,
over
his
grisly
fingers
,
he
made
one
more
address
to
me
,
half
whining
,
and
half
abusive
.
‘
You
think
it
justifiable
,
do
you
,
Copperfield
,
you
who
pride
yourself
so
much
on
your
honour
and
all
the
rest
of
it
,
to
sneak
about
my
place
,
eaves
-
dropping
with
my
clerk
?
If
it
had
been
ME
,
I
shouldn
’
t
have
wondered
;
for
I
don
’
t
make
myself
out
a
gentleman
(
though
I
never
was
in
the
streets
either
,
as
you
were
,
according
to
Micawber
)
,
but
being
you
!
—
And
you
’
re
not
afraid
of
doing
this
,
either
?
You
don
’
t
think
at
all
of
what
I
shall
do
,
in
return
;
or
of
getting
yourself
into
trouble
for
conspiracy
and
so
forth
?
Very
well
.
We
shall
see
!
Mr
.
What
’
s
-
your
-
name
,
you
were
going
to
refer
some
question
to
Micawber
.
There
’
s
your
referee
.
Why
don
’
t
you
make
him
speak
?
He
has
learnt
his
lesson
,
I
see
.
’
Seeing
that
what
he
said
had
no
effect
on
me
or
any
of
us
,
he
sat
on
the
edge
of
his
table
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
and
one
of
his
splay
feet
twisted
round
the
other
leg
,
waiting
doggedly
for
what
might
follow
.
Mr
.
Micawber
,
whose
impetuosity
I
had
restrained
thus
far
with
the
greatest
difficulty
,
and
who
had
repeatedly
interposed
with
the
first
syllable
Of
SCOUN
-
drel
!
without
getting
to
the
second
,
now
burst
forward
,
drew
the
ruler
from
his
breast
(
apparently
as
a
defensive
weapon
)
,
and
produced
from
his
pocket
a
foolscap
document
,
folded
in
the
form
of
a
large
letter
.
