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He assumed an expression of gloomy intelligence though I am persuaded he knew no more about the discussion than I did , and highly approved of the discretion that had been observed. Spiker, after the receipt of such a confidence, naturally desired to favour his friend with a confidence of his own; therefore the foregoing dialogue was succeeded by another, in which it was Mr.

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All this time we, the outsiders, remained oppressed by the tremendous interests involved in the conversation; and our host regarded us with pride, as the victims of a salutary awe and astonishment. I was very glad indeed to get up-stairs to Agnes, and to talk with her in a corner, and to introduce Traddles to her, who was shy, but agreeable, and the same good-natured creature still. As he was obliged to leave early, on account of going away next morning for a month, I had not nearly so much conversation with him as I could have wished; but we exchanged addresses, and promised ourselves the pleasure of another meeting when he should come back to town.

He was greatly interested to hear that I knew Steerforth, and spoke of him with such warmth that I made him tell Agnes what he thought of him. But Agnes only looked at me the while, and very slightly shook her head when only I observed her. As she was not among people with whom I believed she could be very much at home, I was almost glad to hear that she was going away within a few days, though I was sorry at the prospect of parting from her again so soon.

This caused me to remain until all the company were gone. Conversing with her, and hearing her sing, was such a delightful reminder to me of my happy life in the grave old house she had made so beautiful, that I could have remained there half the night; but, having no excuse for staying any longer, when the lights of Mr. I felt then, more than ever, that she was my better Angel; and if I thought of her sweet face and placid smile, as though they had shone on me from some removed being, like an Angel, I hope I thought no harm.

He was close behind me when I went down-stairs.

He was close beside me, when I walked away from the house, slowly fitting his long skeleton fingers into the still longer fingers of a great Guy Fawkes pair of gloves. I could not help being rather short with him, but he appeared not to mind it. We went the nearest way, without conversing much upon the road; and he was so humble in respect of those scarecrow gloves, that he was still putting them on, and seemed to have made no advance on that labour, when we got to my place.

I led him up the dark stairs, to prevent his knocking his head against anything, and really his damp cold hand felt so like a frog in mine, that I was tempted to drop it and run away. Agnes and hospitality prevailed, however, and I conducted him to my fireside. When I lighted my candles, he fell into meek transports with the room that was revealed to him; and when I heated the coffee in an unassuming block-tin vessel in which Mrs.

Crupp delighted to prepare it chiefly, I believe, because it was not intended for the purpose, being a shaving-pot, and because there was a patent invention of great price mouldering away in the pantry , he professed so much emotion, that I could joyfully have scalded him. But, one way and another so many things happen to me which I never could have expected, I am sure, in my umble station, that it seems to rain blessings on my ed.

As he sat on my sofa, with his long knees drawn up under his coffee-cup, his hat and gloves upon the ground close to him, his spoon going softly round and round, his shadowless red eyes, which looked as if they had scorched their lashes off, turned towards me without looking at me, the disagreeable dints I have formerly described in his nostrils coming and going with his breath, and a snaky undulation pervading his frame from his chin to his boots, I decided in my own mind that I disliked him intensely.

It made me very uncomfortable to have him for a guest, for I was young then, and unused to disguise what I so strongly felt. I thought Miss Agnes would know of it! I could have thrown my bootjack at him it lay ready on the rug , for having entrapped me into the disclosure of anything concerning Agnes, however immaterial. But I only drank my coffee.

You may not recollect it; but when a person is umble, Master Copperfield, a person treasures such things up! I recollect saying with my own lips that I was much too umble. So I considered myself really and truly. I am glad to think I have been the instrument of good to Mr. Wickfield, and that I may be more so.

Oh, what a worthy man he is, Mister Copperfield, but how imprudent he has been! You have forgot that I have no doubt, Master Copperfield? Something in the emphasis he laid upon the kindling of those sparks, and something in the glance he directed at me as he said it, had made me start as if I had seen him illuminated by a blaze of light.

Recalled by his request, preferred in quite another tone of voice, I did the honours of the shaving-pot; but I did them with an unsteadiness of hand, a sudden sense of being no match for him, and a perplexed suspicious anxiety as to what he might be going to say next, which I felt could not escape his observation.

He said nothing at all.

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He stirred his coffee round and round, he sipped it, he felt his chin softly with his grisly hand, he looked at the fire, he looked about the room, he gasped rather than smiled at me, he writhed and undulated about, in his deferential servility, he stirred and sipped again, but he left the renewal of the conversation to me.

I beg your pardon. Was I making any observation?

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Great imprudence, Master Copperfield. Even to you I can only touch upon it, and no more. If any one else had been in my place during the last few years, by this time he would have had Mr. Wickfield oh, what a worthy man he is, Master Copperfield, too! If I had been obliged to look at him with his splay foot on Mr. Wickfield knows it. I am the umble instrument of umbly serving him, and he puts me on an eminence I hardly could have hoped to reach. How thankful should I be! I recollect well how indignantly my heart beat, as I saw his crafty face, with the appropriately red light of the fire upon it, preparing for something else.

I have risen from my umble station since first you used to address me, it is true; but I am umble still.

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I hope I never shall be otherwise than umble. You will not think the worse of my umbleness, if I make a little confidence to you, Master Copperfield? Will you? Oh, Master Copperfield, with what a pure affection do I love the ground my Agnes walks on!

I believe I had a delirious idea of seizing the red-hot poker out of the fire, and running him through with it. He seemed to swell and grow before my eyes; the room seemed full of the echoes of his voice; and the strange feeling to which, perhaps, no one is quite a stranger that all this had occurred before, at some indefinite time, and that I knew what he was going to say next, took possession of me. A timely observation of the sense of power that there was in his face, did more to bring back to my remembrance the entreaty of Agnes, in its full force, than any effort I could have made.

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I asked him, with a better appearance of composure than I could have thought possible a minute before, whether he had made his feelings known to Agnes. Not to anyone but you. You see I am only just emerging from my lowly station. I rest a good deal of hope on her observing how useful I am to her father for I trust to be very useful to him indeed, Master Copperfield , and how I smooth the way for him, and keep him straight. I call her mine, you see, Master Copperfield. Dear Agnes!

So much too loving and too good for anyone that I could think of, was it possible that she was reserved to be the wife of such a wretch as this! So I shall have time gradually to make her familiar with my hopes, as opportunities offer.

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He took the hand which I dared not withhold, and having given it a damp squeeze, referred to his pale-faced watch. I answered that I had thought it was later. Not that I had really thought so, but because my conversational powers were effectually scattered. His repudiation of this offer was almost shrill enough, in the excess of its surprise and humility, to have penetrated to the ears of Mrs.

Crupp, then sleeping, I suppose, in a distant chamber, situated at about the level of low-water mark, soothed in her slumbers by the ticking of an incorrigible clock to which she always referred me when we had any little difference on the score of punctuality, and which was never less than three-quarters of an hour too slow, and had always been put right in the morning by the best authorities. As no arguments I could urge, in my bewildered condition, had the least effect upon his modesty in inducing him to accept my bedroom, I was obliged to make the best arrangements I could, for his repose before the fire.

The mattress of the sofa which was a great deal too short for his lank figure , the sofa pillows, a blanket, the table cover, a clean breakfastcloth and a great-coat, made him a bed and covering, for which he was more than thankful. Having lent him a nightcap, which he put on at once, and in which he made such an awful figure that I have never worn once since, I left him to his rest. I never shall forget that night.


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I never shall forget how I turned and tumbled; how I wearied myself with thinking about Agnes and this creature; how I considered what could I do, and what ought I to do; how I could come to no other conclusion than that the best course for her peace, was to do nothing, and to keep to myself what I had heard. If I went to sleep for a few moments, the image of Agnes with her tender eyes, and of her father looking fondly on her, as I had so often seen him look, arose before me with appealing faces, and filled me with vague terrors.

When I awoke, the recollection that Uriah was lying in the next room sat heavy on me like a waking nightmare; and oppressed me with a leaden dread, as if I had had some meaner quality of devil for a lodger. I thought, between sleeping and waking, that it was still red-hot, and I had snatched it out of the fire, and run him through the body. I was so haunted at last by the idea, though I knew there was nothing in it, that I stole into the next room to look at him.

He was so much worse in reality than in my distempered fancy, that afterwards I was attracted to him in very repulsion, and could not help wandering in and out every half-hour or so, and taking another look at him. Still, the long, long night seemed heavy and hopeless as ever, and no promise of day was in the murky sky. Help Video Tutorials 1. Quickstart Guide 2. Essentials - The Bible 3. Essentials - Word Searching 4.