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I noticed that Mr. Wickfield looked at her steadily.
Wickfield, as she offered none, and we conversed on other subjects until we came to Canterbury, where, as it was market-day, my aunt had a great opportunity of insinuating the grey pony among carts, baskets, vegetables, and huckster's goods.
Heep is here, sir, said Traddles, returning with that worthy mother of a worthy son. 'I have taken the liberty of making myself known to her. 'Who are you to make yourself known? retorted Uriah. 'And what do you want here? 'I am the agent and friend of Mr. Wickfield, sir, said Traddles, in a composed and business-like way.
'Don't you though! said Mrs. Heep. 'But you don't take notice of him with a mother's eye! His mother's eye was an evil eye to the rest of the world, I thought as it met mine, howsoever affectionate to him; and I believe she and her son were devoted to one another. It passed me, and went on to Agnes. 'Don't YOU see a wasting and a wearing in him, Miss Wickfield? inquired Mrs. Heep.
Repeating 'no', and 'not the least', and other short assurances to the same purport, Doctor Strong jogged on before us, at a queer, uneven pace; and we followed: Mr. Wickfield, looking grave, I observed, and shaking his head to himself, without knowing that I saw him.
Can't you see I am as umble as I can be? I tell you, if I've gone too far, I'm sorry. What would you have, sir? 'Oh, Trotwood, Trotwood!'exclaimed Mr. Wickfield, wringing his hands. 'What I have come down to be, since I first saw you in this house! I was on my downward way then, but the dreary, dreary road I have traversed since! Weak indulgence has ruined me.
Wickfield, to the scene of my future studies a grave building in a courtyard, with a learned air about it that seemed very well suited to the stray rooks and jackdaws who came down from the Cathedral towers to walk with a clerkly bearing on the grass-plot and was introduced to my new master, Doctor Strong.
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.
'Oh, thank Heaven! cried Agnes, fervently. 'But, said Traddles, 'the surplus that would be left as his means of support and I suppose the house to be sold, even in saying this would be so small, not exceeding in all probability some hundreds of pounds, that perhaps, Miss Wickfield, it would be best to consider whether he might not retain his agency of the estate to which he has so long been receiver.
Wickfield, without rising, looked after him thoughtfully as he went out. He was rather a shallow sort of young gentleman, I thought, with a handsome face, a rapid utterance, and a confident, bold air. And this was the first I ever saw of Mr. Jack Maldon; whom I had not expected to see so soon, when I heard the Doctor speak of him that morning.
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