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‘
As
I
think
I
told
you
once
before
,
’
said
I
,
‘
it
is
you
who
have
been
,
in
your
greed
and
cunning
,
against
all
the
world
.
It
may
be
profitable
to
you
to
reflect
,
in
future
,
that
there
never
were
greed
and
cunning
in
the
world
yet
,
that
did
not
do
too
much
,
and
overreach
themselves
.
It
is
as
certain
as
death
.
’
‘
Or
as
certain
as
they
used
to
teach
at
school
(
the
same
school
where
I
picked
up
so
much
umbleness
)
,
from
nine
o
’
clock
to
eleven
,
that
labour
was
a
curse
;
and
from
eleven
o
’
clock
to
one
,
that
it
was
a
blessing
and
a
cheerfulness
,
and
a
dignity
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
what
all
,
eh
?
’
said
he
with
a
sneer
.
‘
You
preach
,
about
as
consistent
as
they
did
.
Won
’
t
umbleness
go
down
?
I
shouldn
’
t
have
got
round
my
gentleman
fellow
-
partner
without
it
,
I
think
.
—
Micawber
,
you
old
bully
,
I
’
ll
pay
YOU
!
’
Mr
.
Micawber
,
supremely
defiant
of
him
and
his
extended
finger
,
and
making
a
great
deal
of
his
chest
until
he
had
slunk
out
at
the
door
,
then
addressed
himself
to
me
,
and
proffered
me
the
satisfaction
of
‘
witnessing
the
re
-
establishment
of
mutual
confidence
between
himself
and
Mrs
.
Micawber
’
.
After
which
,
he
invited
the
company
generally
to
the
contemplation
of
that
affecting
spectacle
.
‘
The
veil
that
has
long
been
interposed
between
Mrs
.
Micawber
and
myself
,
is
now
withdrawn
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
;
‘
and
my
children
and
the
Author
of
their
Being
can
once
more
come
in
contact
on
equal
terms
.
’
As
we
were
all
very
grateful
to
him
,
and
all
desirous
to
show
that
we
were
,
as
well
as
the
hurry
and
disorder
of
our
spirits
would
permit
,
I
dare
say
we
should
all
have
gone
,
but
that
it
was
necessary
for
Agnes
to
return
to
her
father
,
as
yet
unable
to
bear
more
than
the
dawn
of
hope
;
and
for
someone
else
to
hold
Uriah
in
safe
keeping
.
So
,
Traddles
remained
for
the
latter
purpose
,
to
be
presently
relieved
by
Mr
.
Dick
;
and
Mr
.
Dick
,
my
aunt
,
and
I
,
went
home
with
Mr
.
Micawber
.
As
I
parted
hurriedly
from
the
dear
girl
to
whom
I
owed
so
much
,
and
thought
from
what
she
had
been
saved
,
perhaps
,
that
morning
—
her
better
resolution
notwithstanding
—
I
felt
devoutly
thankful
for
the
miseries
of
my
younger
days
which
had
brought
me
to
the
knowledge
of
Mr
.
Micawber
.
His
house
was
not
far
off
;
and
as
the
street
door
opened
into
the
sitting
-
room
,
and
he
bolted
in
with
a
precipitation
quite
his
own
,
we
found
ourselves
at
once
in
the
bosom
of
the
family
.
Mr
.
Micawber
exclaiming
,
‘
Emma
!
my
life
!
’
rushed
into
Mrs
.
Micawber
’
s
arms
.
Mrs
.
Micawber
shrieked
,
and
folded
Mr
.
Micawber
in
her
embrace
.
Miss
Micawber
,
nursing
the
unconscious
stranger
of
Mrs
.
Micawber
’
s
last
letter
to
me
,
was
sensibly
affected
.
The
stranger
leaped
.
The
twins
testified
their
joy
by
several
inconvenient
but
innocent
demonstrations
.
Master
Micawber
,
whose
disposition
appeared
to
have
been
soured
by
early
disappointment
,
and
whose
aspect
had
become
morose
,
yielded
to
his
better
feelings
,
and
blubbered
.
‘
Emma
!
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
.
‘
The
cloud
is
past
from
my
mind
.
Mutual
confidence
,
so
long
preserved
between
us
once
,
is
restored
,
to
know
no
further
interruption
.
Now
,
welcome
poverty
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Micawber
,
shedding
tears
.
‘
Welcome
misery
,
welcome
houselessness
,
welcome
hunger
,
rags
,
tempest
,
and
beggary
!
Mutual
confidence
will
sustain
us
to
the
end
!
’
With
these
expressions
,
Mr
.
