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‘
I
recollect
talking
about
it
,
’
said
I
,
‘
though
I
certainly
did
not
think
it
very
likely
then
.
’
‘
Oh
!
who
would
have
thought
it
likely
,
Mister
Copperfield
!
’
returned
Uriah
,
enthusiastically
.
‘
I
am
sure
I
didn
’
t
myself
.
I
recollect
saying
with
my
own
lips
that
I
was
much
too
umble
.
So
I
considered
myself
really
and
truly
.
’
He
sat
,
with
that
carved
grin
on
his
face
,
looking
at
the
fire
,
as
I
looked
at
him
.
‘
But
the
umblest
persons
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
presently
resumed
,
‘
may
be
the
instruments
of
good
.
I
am
glad
to
think
I
have
been
the
instrument
of
good
to
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
and
that
I
may
be
more
so
.
Oh
what
a
worthy
man
he
is
,
Mister
Copperfield
,
but
how
imprudent
he
has
been
!
’
‘
I
am
sorry
to
hear
it
,
’
said
I
.
I
could
not
help
adding
,
rather
pointedly
,
‘
on
all
accounts
.
’
‘
Decidedly
so
,
Mister
Copperfield
,
’
replied
Uriah
.
‘
On
all
accounts
.
Miss
Agnes
’
s
above
all
!
You
don
’
t
remember
your
own
eloquent
expressions
,
Master
Copperfield
;
but
I
remember
how
you
said
one
day
that
everybody
must
admire
her
,
and
how
I
thanked
you
for
it
!
You
have
forgot
that
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
Master
Copperfield
?
’
‘
No
,
’
said
I
,
drily
.
‘
Oh
how
glad
I
am
you
have
not
!
’
exclaimed
Uriah
.
‘
To
think
that
you
should
be
the
first
to
kindle
the
sparks
of
ambition
in
my
umble
breast
,
and
that
you
’
ve
not
forgot
it
!
Oh
!
—
Would
you
excuse
me
asking
for
a
cup
more
coffee
?
’
Something
in
the
emphasis
he
laid
upon
the
kindling
of
those
sparks
,
and
something
in
the
glance
he
directed
at
me
as
he
said
it
,
had
made
me
start
as
if
I
had
seen
him
illuminated
by
a
blaze
of
light
.
Recalled
by
his
request
,
preferred
in
quite
another
tone
of
voice
,
I
did
the
honours
of
the
shaving
-
pot
;
but
I
did
them
with
an
unsteadiness
of
hand
,
a
sudden
sense
of
being
no
match
for
him
,
and
a
perplexed
suspicious
anxiety
as
to
what
he
might
be
going
to
say
next
,
which
I
felt
could
not
escape
his
observation
.
He
said
nothing
at
all
.
He
stirred
his
coffee
round
and
round
,
he
sipped
it
,
he
felt
his
chin
softly
with
his
grisly
hand
,
he
looked
at
the
fire
,
he
looked
about
the
room
,
he
gasped
rather
than
smiled
at
me
,
he
writhed
and
undulated
about
,
in
his
deferential
servility
,
he
stirred
and
sipped
again
,
but
he
left
the
renewal
of
the
conversation
to
me
.
