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They entered, Heep putting back the tools, and showed the policeman where he had been painting and wished him to stay until the master came in half an hour. This the policeman declined to do, and took the tools and told Heep to come to the police station. Heep lost his temper and began cursing him.
It was not the man's fault but his misfortune that he got no education. The man was in fact a Uriah Heep among Kerry landlords. The result of this and other incentives to irritability was that the voters for Mr. Dease had to be escorted by troops and constabulary. The sporting proclivities had already been shown over a race. In the County Club at Tralee there was an altercation between Mr.
Umble we are, umble we have been, umble we shall ever be, said Mrs. Heep. 'I am sure you have no occasion to be so, ma'am, I said, 'unless you like. 'Thank you, sir, retorted Mrs. Heep. 'We know our station and are thankful in it. I found that Mrs.
He was high-shouldered and bony; dressed in decent black, with a white wisp of a neckcloth; buttoned up to the throat; and had a long, lank, skeleton hand, which particularly attracted my attention, as he stood at the pony's head, rubbing his chin with it, and looking up at us in the chaise. 'Is Mr. Wickfield at home, Uriah Heep? said my aunt. 'Mr.
Wickfield's business, one of these days, I said, to make myself agreeable; 'and it will be Wickfield and Heep, or Heep late Wickfield. 'Oh no, Master Copperfield, returned Uriah, shaking his head, 'I am much too umble for that!
Micawber did right, for right's sake, when we reflect what terms he might have made with Uriah Heep himself, for his silence. 'I think so too, said I. 'Now, what would you give him? inquired my aunt. 'Oh! Those I.O.U.'s, and so forth, which Mr. Micawber gave him for the advances he had 'Well! They must be paid, said my aunt.
We got out; and leaving him to hold the pony, went into a long low parlour looking towards the street, from the window of which I caught a glimpse, as I went in, of Uriah Heep breathing into the pony's nostrils, and immediately covering them with his hand, as if he were putting some spell upon him.
The late Uriah Heep might easily have gotten a few points in "'umbleness," if he had accompanied the Old Ranger in one or two of his political campaigns. While Illinois was yet a Territory, his father had emigrated from the mountains of Tennessee and located near the historic village of Kaskaskia. This was at the time the capital of the Territory.
But I was still more surprised, when I went to the little hotel next day at the appointed dinner-hour, which was four o'clock, to find, from what Mr. Micawber said, that he had gone home with Uriah, and had drunk brandy-and-water at Mrs. Heep's. 'And I'll tell you what, my dear Copperfield, said Mr. Micawber, 'your friend Heep is a young fellow who might be attorney-general.
Traddles, who lived in his house after him, said Mr. Micawber, breaking off from the letter; 'will you? 'The fool himself and lives there now, said Uriah, disdainfully. 'Ask HEEP if he ever kept a pocket-book in that house, said Mr. Micawber; 'will you? I saw Uriah's lank hand stop, involuntarily, in the scraping of his chin. 'Or ask him, said Mr. Micawber,'if he ever burnt one there.
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