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I
asked
Uriah
if
he
had
been
with
Mr
.
Wickfield
long
?
‘
I
have
been
with
him
,
going
on
four
year
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
said
Uriah
;
shutting
up
his
book
,
after
carefully
marking
the
place
where
he
had
left
off
.
‘
Since
a
year
after
my
father
’
s
death
.
How
much
have
I
to
be
thankful
for
,
in
that
!
How
much
have
I
to
be
thankful
for
,
in
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
kind
intention
to
give
me
my
articles
,
which
would
otherwise
not
lay
within
the
umble
means
of
mother
and
self
!
’
‘
Then
,
when
your
articled
time
is
over
,
you
’
ll
be
a
regular
lawyer
,
I
suppose
?
’
said
I
.
‘
With
the
blessing
of
Providence
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
returned
Uriah
.
‘
Perhaps
you
’
ll
be
a
partner
in
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
!
’
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
.
’
I
replied
that
I
was
certain
he
was
;
but
that
I
had
not
known
him
long
myself
,
though
he
was
a
friend
of
my
aunt
’
s
.
