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Didn't dey kill me dead, and bury me alibe, amd sell me inter slabery? You'spect how de Queen gwine let sich going on go on while she's de mis'tess ob England? No,'deed; not arter she see all dey made me suffer," exploded Katie. "'Deed, Aunt Katie, you did see heep o' trouble, didn't you?" said one of her amazed hearers.
Most of us find it perfectly natural to be cross and disagreeable under trying circumstances. It would be natural for a man to cry out profane words when a woman grinds down on his corn but it would not be polite. It was natural for Uriah Heep to wriggle like an eel, but that did not make it any the less detestable.
Heep, 'it would have been, that he might have known his company this afternoon. I felt embarrassed by these compliments; but I was sensible, too, of being entertained as an honoured guest, and I thought Mrs. Heep an agreeable woman. 'My Uriah, said Mrs. Heep, 'has looked forward to this, sir, a long while. He had his fears that our umbleness stood in the way, and I joined in them myself.
In a short time the proprietor placed so much confidence in his integrity that he gave him the charge of his place during his own absences, and young Heep was not long in taking advantage of his position to rob his employer by taking a book or other article which he sold to some one of his master's customers.
So I am articled, and later, when my aunt has lost her money, through no fault of her own, but through the rascality of Uriah Heep, and I seek Mr. Spenlow to know if it is possible for my articles to be cancelled, it is, I am assured, Mr. Jorkins who is inexorable. "If it had been my lot to have my hands unfettered, if I had not a partner Mr. Jorkins," says Mr. Spenlow.
I think there was some compromise in the cap; but otherwise she was as weedy as in the early days of her mourning. 'This is a day to be remembered, my Uriah, I am sure, said Mrs. Heep, making the tea, 'when Master Copperfield pays us a visit. 'I said you'd think so, mother, said Uriah. 'If I could have wished father to remain among us for any reason, said Mrs.
Dixon! I had not seen Uriah Heep since the time of the blow. Our visit astonished him, evidently; not the less, I dare say, because it astonished ourselves. He did not gather his eyebrows together, for he had none worth mentioning; but he frowned to that degree that he almost closed his small eyes, while the hurried raising of his grisly hand to his chin betrayed some trepidation or surprise.
When I looked into the street I noticed how dejectedly she got into the chaise, and that she drove away without looking up. IV. Uriah Heep and Mr. Micawber I first saw Uriah Heep on the day my aunt introduced me to Mr. Wickfield's house.
There must be some meaning in so widely held an opinion; and, on our side, there are damaging admissions by many witnesses. The portrait gallery of Charles Dickens is crowded with hypocrites. Some of them are greasy and servile, like Mr. Pumblechook or Uriah Heep; others rise to poetic heights of daring, like Mr. Chadband or Mr. Squeers.
But it's a pleasure as well as a duty, I am sure, to work for him. You've not been intimate with Mr. Wickfield, I think, Mr. Traddles? I believe I've only had the honour of seeing you once myself? 'No, I have not been intimate with Mr. Wickfield, returned Traddles; 'or I might perhaps have waited on you long ago, Mr. Heep.
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