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Then you can make a collection of all the ridiculous traits the whims, silly pride, foibles, hopes founded on nothing and dreams touched with moonshine and you make a Micawber. Put in a dash of assurance and a good thimbleful of hypocrisy, and Pecksniff is the product. Leave out the assurance, replacing it with cowardice, and the result is Doctor Chillip or Uriah Heap.
Grayper, were gone to South America, and the rain had made its way through the roof of their empty house, and stained the outer walls. Mr. Chillip was married again to a tall, raw-boned, high-nosed wife; and they had a weazen little baby, with a heavy head that it couldn't hold up, and two weak staring eyes, with which it seemed to be always wondering why it had ever been born.
'I suppose she was to be subdued and broken to their detestable mould, Heaven help her! said I. 'And she has been. 'Well, sir, there were violent quarrels at first, I assure you, said Mr. Chillip; 'but she is quite a shadow now.
Chillip, surveying me with his head on one side. 'And it's Mr. Copperfield, is it? Well, sir, I think I should have known you, if I had taken the liberty of looking more closely at you. There's a strong resemblance between you and your poor father, sir. 'I never had the happiness of seeing my father, I observed. 'Very true, sir, said Mr. Chillip, in a soothing tone.
As I walked away, I marvelled that this inspired scheme, which bids fair to revolutionise modern society, should be the fruit of one mind. I also thought with pleasure of my next meeting with Grigsby. My Own Murderer. When I say that my name is Samuel Chillip, of course you will know who I am.
'In the meantime, sir, said Mr. Chillip, 'they are much disliked; and as they are very free in consigning everybody who dislikes them to perdition, we really have a good deal of perdition going on in our neighbourhood! However, as Mrs. Chillip says, sir, they undergo a continual punishment; for they are turned inward, to feed upon their own hearts, and their own hearts are very bad feeding.
Still, I must say, they are very severe, sir: both as to this life and the next. 'The next will be regulated without much reference to them, I dare say, I returned: 'what are they doing as to this? Mr. Chillip shook his head, stirred his negus, and sipped it. 'She was a charming woman, sir! he observed in a plaintive manner. 'The present Mrs. Murdstone?
I walked up to where he was sitting, and said, 'How do you do, Mr. Chillip? He was greatly fluttered by this unexpected address from a stranger, and replied, in his slow way, 'I thank you, sir, you are very good. Thank you, sir. I hope YOU are well. 'You don't remember me? said I. 'Well, sir, returned Mr.
Chillip had left Blunderstone six or seven years ago, and I had never seen him since. He sat placidly perusing the newspaper, with his little head on one side, and a glass of warm sherry negus at his elbow. He was so extremely conciliatory in his manner that he seemed to apologize to the very newspaper for taking the liberty of reading it.
Before us stands our house, so pretty and unchanged, so linked in my mind with the young idea of what is gone, that all my sorrow has been nothing to the sorrow it calls forth. But they take me on; and Mr. Chillip talks to me; and when we get home, puts some water to my lips; and when I ask his leave to go up to my room, dismisses me with the gentleness of a woman.
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