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'My dear Agnes, I began, 'if you mean Steerforth 'I do, Trotwood, she returned. 'Then, Agnes, you wrong him very much. He my bad Angel, or anyone's! He, anything but a guide, a support, and a friend to me! My dear Agnes! Now, is it not unjust, and unlike you, to judge him from what you saw of me the other night?
'Stay with us, Trotwood, eh? he said in his usual manner, and as if he were answering something I had just said. 'I am glad of it. You are company to us both. It is wholesome to have you here. Wholesome for me, wholesome for Agnes, wholesome perhaps for all of us. 'I am sure it is for me, sir, I said. 'I am so glad to be here. 'That's a fine fellow! said Mr. Wickfield.
'Indeed, Miss Trotwood, said Miss Murdstone, 'all that I could say has been so well said by my brother, and all that I know to be the fact has been so plainly stated by him, that I have nothing to add except my thanks for your politeness.
I heard the clocks strike twelve, and was still reading, without knowing what I read, when Agnes touched me. 'You will be going early in the morning, Trotwood! Let us say good-bye, now! She had been weeping, but her face then was so calm and beautiful! 'Heaven bless you! she said, giving me her hand.
His friends might advise him, you know; now he is free. You yourself, Miss Wickfield Copperfield I 'I have considered it, Trotwood, said Agnes, looking to me, 'and I feel that it ought not to be, and must not be; even on the recommendation of a friend to whom I am so grateful, and owe so much. 'I will not say that I recommend it, observed Traddles. 'I think it right to suggest it. No more.
Miss Betsey Trotwood, the best of her sex! Somebody was leaning out of my bedroom window, refreshing his forehead against the cool stone of the parapet, and feeling the air upon his face. It was myself. I was addressing myself as 'Copperfield', and saying, 'Why did you try to smoke?
As I looked at her beautiful face, observant of her work, she raised her mild clear eyes, and saw that I was looking at her. 'You are thoughtful today, Trotwood! 'Agnes, shall I tell you what about? I came to tell you. She put aside her work, as she was used to do when we were seriously discussing anything; and gave me her whole attention. 'My dear Agnes, do you doubt my being true to you?
'You'll consider yourself guardian, jointly with me, of this child, Mr. Dick, said my aunt. 'I shall be delighted, said Mr. Dick, 'to be the guardian of David's son. 'Very good, returned my aunt, 'that's settled. I have been thinking, do you know, Mr. Dick, that I might call him Trotwood? 'Certainly, certainly. Call him Trotwood, certainly, said Mr. Dick. 'David's son's Trotwood.
'Deuce take the man! said my aunt, sternly, 'what's he about? Don't be galvanic, sir! 'I ask your pardon, Miss Trotwood, returned Uriah; 'I'm aware you're nervous. 'Go along with you, sir! said my aunt, anything but appeased. 'Don't presume to say so! I am nothing of the sort. If you're an eel, sir, conduct yourself like one. If you're a man, control your limbs, sir!
'And did he frighten my aunt again? 'All of a shiver, said Mr. Dick, counterfeiting that affection and making his teeth chatter. 'Held by the palings. Cried. But, Trotwood, come here, getting me close to him, that he might whisper very softly; 'why did she give him money, boy, in the moonlight? 'He was a beggar, perhaps. Mr.
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