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I
saw
Uriah
’
s
lank
hand
stop
,
involuntarily
,
in
the
scraping
of
his
chin
.
‘
Or
ask
him
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
if
he
ever
burnt
one
there
.
If
he
says
yes
,
and
asks
you
where
the
ashes
are
,
refer
him
to
Wilkins
Micawber
,
and
he
will
hear
of
something
not
at
all
to
his
advantage
!
’
The
triumphant
flourish
with
which
Mr
.
Micawber
delivered
himself
of
these
words
,
had
a
powerful
effect
in
alarming
the
mother
;
who
cried
out
,
in
much
agitation
:
‘
Ury
,
Ury
!
Be
umble
,
and
make
terms
,
my
dear
!
’
‘
Mother
!
’
he
retorted
,
‘
will
you
keep
quiet
?
You
’
re
in
a
fright
,
and
don
’
t
know
what
you
say
or
mean
.
Umble
!
’
he
repeated
,
looking
at
me
,
with
a
snarl
;
‘
I
’
ve
umbled
some
of
‘
em
for
a
pretty
long
time
back
,
umble
as
I
was
!
’
Mr
.
Micawber
,
genteelly
adjusting
his
chin
in
his
cravat
,
presently
proceeded
with
his
composition
.
‘
“
Second
.
HEEP
has
,
on
several
occasions
,
to
the
best
of
my
knowledge
,
information
,
and
belief
—
”
’
‘
But
that
won
’
t
do
,
’
muttered
Uriah
,
relieved
.
‘
Mother
,
you
keep
quiet
.
’
‘
We
will
endeavour
to
provide
something
that
WILL
do
,
and
do
for
you
finally
,
sir
,
very
shortly
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Micawber
.
