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‘
You
and
your
aunt
will
excuse
me
,
Copperfield
,
if
I
touch
upon
a
painful
theme
,
as
I
greatly
fear
I
shall
,
’
said
Traddles
,
hesitating
;
‘
but
I
think
it
necessary
to
bring
it
to
your
recollection
.
On
the
day
of
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
memorable
denunciation
a
threatening
allusion
was
made
by
Uriah
Heep
to
your
aunt
’
s
—
husband
.
’
My
aunt
,
retaining
her
stiff
position
,
and
apparent
composure
,
assented
with
a
nod
.
‘
Perhaps
,
’
observed
Traddles
,
‘
it
was
mere
purposeless
impertinence
?
’
‘
No
,
’
returned
my
aunt
.
‘
There
was
—
pardon
me
—
really
such
a
person
,
and
at
all
in
his
power
?
’
hinted
Traddles
.
‘
Yes
,
my
good
friend
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
Traddles
,
with
a
perceptible
lengthening
of
his
face
,
explained
that
he
had
not
been
able
to
approach
this
subject
;
that
it
had
shared
the
fate
of
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
liabilities
,
in
not
being
comprehended
in
the
terms
he
had
made
;
that
we
were
no
longer
of
any
authority
with
Uriah
Heep
;
and
that
if
he
could
do
us
,
or
any
of
us
,
any
injury
or
annoyance
,
no
doubt
he
would
.
My
aunt
remained
quiet
;
until
again
some
stray
tears
found
their
way
to
her
cheeks
.
‘
You
are
quite
right
,
’
she
said
.
‘
It
was
very
thoughtful
to
mention
it
.
’
‘
Can
I
—
or
Copperfield
—
do
anything
?
’
asked
Traddles
,
gently
.
