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Rochester, too, is on the way to Canterbury, Dickens's best loved cathedral, the home of Agnes Wickfield, the sunny spot in the life and memory of David Copperfield.
'My motive, returned Doctor Strong, 'is to make some suitable provision for a cousin, and an old playfellow, of Annie's. 'Yes, I know, said Mr. Wickfield; 'at home or abroad. 'Aye! replied the Doctor, apparently wondering why he emphasized those words so much. 'At home or abroad. 'Your own expression, you know, said Mr. Wickfield. 'Or abroad. 'Surely, the Doctor answered. 'Surely.
'Jack Maldon will never be very busy in getting either, I expect, said Doctor Strong, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 'Perhaps not, said Mr. Wickfield; 'and you bring me back to the question, with an apology for digressing. No, I have not been able to dispose of Mr. Jack Maldon yet. I believe, he said this with some hesitation, 'I penetrate your motive, and it makes the thing more difficult.
"That's a fine fellow!" said Mr. Wickfield. "As long as you are glad to be here, you shall stay here." And so I lived at Mr. Wickfield's through the remainder of my schooldays, and to Agnes, as the months went by, I turned more and more often for advice and counsel. We saw a good deal of Dr.
He certainly did look uncommonly like the carved face on the beam outside my window, as he sat, in his humility, eyeing me sideways, with his mouth widened, and the creases in his cheeks. 'Mr. Wickfield is a most excellent man, Master Copperfield, said Uriah. 'If you have known him long, you know it, I am sure, much better than I can inform you.
After dinner, her son took his turn; and when Mr. Wickfield, himself, and I were left alone together, leered at me, and writhed until I could hardly bear it. In the drawing-room, there was the mother knitting and watching again. All the time that Agnes sang and played, the mother sat at the piano. But she hardly ever spoke I question if she ever did without making some mention of him.
'On that understanding, said my aunt, 'though it doesn't lessen the real obligation, I shall be very glad to leave him. 'Then come and see my little housekeeper, said Mr. Wickfield.
'I am very much obliged to you, said my aunt; 'and so is he, I see; but 'Come! I know what you mean, cried Mr. Wickfield. 'You shall not be oppressed by the receipt of favours, Miss Trotwood. You may pay for him, if you like. We won't be hard about terms, but you shall pay if you will.
On everything there was the same air of retirement and cleanliness that marked the house outside. Mr. Wickfield tapped at a door in a corner of the panelled wall, and a girl of about my own age came quickly out and kissed him. On her face, I saw immediately the placid and sweet expression of the lady whose picture had looked at me downstairs.
Wickfield, and I was satisfied I had bound him to me by motives of interest. But see what he is oh, see what he is! 'You had better stop him, Copperfield, if you can, cried Uriah, with his long forefinger pointing towards me. 'He'll say something presently mind you! he'll be sorry to have said afterwards, and you'll be sorry to have heard! 'I'll say anything! cried Mr.
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