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Although her face was quite bright and happy, there was a tranquillity about it, and about her a quiet, good, calm, spirit that I never have forgotten; that I never shall forget. This was his little housekeeper, his daughter Agnes, Mr. Wickfield said. When I heard how he said it, and saw how he held her hand, I guessed what the one motive of his life was.
Uriah, said I, bolting it out with some difficulty. 'Thank you, he returned, with fervour. 'Thank you, Master Copperfield! It's like the blowing of old breezes or the ringing of old bellses to hear YOU say Uriah. I beg your pardon. Was I making any observation? 'About Mr. Wickfield, I suggested. 'Oh! Yes, truly, said Uriah. 'Ah! Great imprudence, Master Copperfield.
'My grand-nephew, that is to say, observed my aunt. 'Wasn't aware you had a grand-nephew, I give you my word, said Mr. Wickfield. 'I have adopted him, said my aunt, with a wave of her hand, importing that his knowledge and his ignorance were all one to her, 'and I have brought him here, to put to a school where he may be thoroughly well taught, and well treated.
As soon as he was released from overlooking Uriah Heep, whom he kept in such charge as I never saw exceeded, he began to devote himself to Mr. Wickfield. And really his anxiety to be of use in the investigations we have been making, and his real usefulness in extracting, and copying, and fetching, and carrying, have been quite stimulating to us.
Wickfield in a tremulous voice, 'my good friend, I needn't tell you that it has been my vice to look for some one master motive in everybody, and to try all actions by one narrow test. I may have fallen into such doubts as I have had, through this mistake. 'You have had doubts, Wickfield, said the Doctor, without lifting up his head. 'You have had doubts.
My aunt's first desire was to place me in a good school at Canterbury, and, lack of education having been my chief source of anxiety, this resolve gave me unbounded delight. So it was with a flutter of joyful anticipation that I accompanied her to Canterbury to call upon her agent and friend Mr. Wickfield, and to confer with him upon the all-important subject of schools and boarding places.
Now tell me where that school is, and what it is, and all about it. 'Before I can advise you properly, said Mr. Wickfield 'the old question, you know. What's your motive in this? 'Deuce take the man! exclaimed my aunt. 'Always fishing for motives, when they're on the surface! Why, to make the child happy and useful. 'It must be a mixed motive, I think, said Mr.
Micawber, unfeignedly sobbing, but doing even that, with a shadow of the old expression of doing something genteel; 'it is my fate, gentlemen, that the finer feelings of our nature have become reproaches to me. My homage to Miss Wickfield, is a flight of arrows in my bosom. You had better leave me, if you please, to walk the earth as a vagabond.
Here he shook hands with me: not in the common way, but standing at a good distance from me, and lifting my hand up and down like a pump handle, that he was a little afraid of. 'And how do you think we are looking, Master Copperfield, I should say, Mister? fawned Uriah. 'Don't you find Mr. Wickfield blooming, sir?
Miss Trotwood, you had better stop this; or I'll stop your husband shorter than will be pleasant to you. I won't know your story professionally, for nothing, old lady! Miss Wickfield, if you have any love for your father, you had better not join that gang. I'll ruin him, if you do. Now, come! I have got some of you under the harrow. Think twice, before it goes over you.
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