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Poor
Traddles
!
I
knew
enough
of
Mr
.
Micawber
by
this
time
,
to
foresee
that
he
might
be
expected
to
recover
the
blow
;
but
my
night
’
s
rest
was
sorely
distressed
by
thoughts
of
Traddles
,
and
of
the
curate
’
s
daughter
,
who
was
one
of
ten
,
down
in
Devonshire
,
and
who
was
such
a
dear
girl
,
and
who
would
wait
for
Traddles
(
ominous
praise
!
)
until
she
was
sixty
,
or
any
age
that
could
be
mentioned
.
Imentioned
to
Mr
.
Spenlow
in
the
morning
,
that
I
wanted
leave
of
absence
for
a
short
time
;
and
as
I
was
not
in
the
receipt
of
any
salary
,
and
consequently
was
not
obnoxious
to
the
implacable
Jorkins
,
there
was
no
difficulty
about
it
.
I
took
that
opportunity
,
with
my
voice
sticking
in
my
throat
,
and
my
sight
failing
as
I
uttered
the
words
,
to
express
my
hope
that
Miss
Spenlow
was
quite
well
;
to
which
Mr
.
Spenlow
replied
,
with
no
more
emotion
than
if
he
had
been
speaking
of
an
ordinary
human
being
,
that
he
was
much
obliged
to
me
,
and
she
was
very
well
.
We
articled
clerks
,
as
germs
of
the
patrician
order
of
proctors
,
were
treated
with
so
much
consideration
,
that
I
was
almost
my
own
master
at
all
times
.
As
I
did
not
care
,
however
,
to
get
to
Highgate
before
one
or
two
o
’
clock
in
the
day
,
and
as
we
had
another
little
excommunication
case
in
court
that
morning
,
which
was
called
The
office
of
the
judge
promoted
by
Tipkins
against
Bullock
for
his
soul
’
s
correction
,
I
passed
an
hour
or
two
in
attendance
on
it
with
Mr
.
Spenlow
very
agreeably
.
It
arose
out
of
a
scuffle
between
two
churchwardens
,
one
of
whom
was
alleged
to
have
pushed
the
other
against
a
pump
;
the
handle
of
which
pump
projecting
into
a
school
-
house
,
which
school
-
house
was
under
a
gable
of
the
church
-
roof
,
made
the
push
an
ecclesiastical
offence
.
It
was
an
amusing
case
;
and
sent
me
up
to
Highgate
,
on
the
box
of
the
stage
-
coach
,
thinking
about
the
Commons
,
and
what
Mr
.
Spenlow
had
said
about
touching
the
Commons
and
bringing
down
the
country
.
Mrs
.
Steerforth
was
pleased
to
see
me
,
and
so
was
Rosa
Dartle
.
I
was
agreeably
surprised
to
find
that
Littimer
was
not
there
,
and
that
we
were
attended
by
a
modest
little
parlour
-
maid
,
with
blue
ribbons
in
her
cap
,
whose
eye
it
was
much
more
pleasant
,
and
much
less
disconcerting
,
to
catch
by
accident
,
than
the
eye
of
that
respectable
man
.
But
what
I
particularly
observed
,
before
I
had
been
half
-
an
-
hour
in
the
house
,
was
the
close
and
attentive
watch
Miss
Dartle
kept
upon
me
;
and
the
lurking
manner
in
which
she
seemed
to
compare
my
face
with
Steerforth
’
s
,
and
Steerforth
’
s
with
mine
,
and
to
lie
in
wait
for
something
to
come
out
between
the
two
.
So
surely
as
I
looked
towards
her
,
did
I
see
that
eager
visage
,
with
its
gaunt
black
eyes
and
searching
brow
,
intent
on
mine
;
or
passing
suddenly
from
mine
to
Steerforth
’
s
;
or
comprehending
both
of
us
at
once
.
In
this
lynx
-
like
scrutiny
she
was
so
far
from
faltering
when
she
saw
I
observed
it
,
that
at
such
a
time
she
only
fixed
her
piercing
look
upon
me
with
a
more
intent
expression
still
.
Blameless
as
I
was
,
and
knew
that
I
was
,
in
reference
to
any
wrong
she
could
possibly
suspect
me
of
,
I
shrunk
before
her
strange
eyes
,
quite
unable
to
endure
their
hungry
lustre
.
All
day
,
she
seemed
to
pervade
the
whole
house
.
If
I
talked
to
Steerforth
in
his
room
,
I
heard
her
dress
rustle
in
the
little
gallery
outside
.
When
he
and
I
engaged
in
some
of
our
old
exercises
on
the
lawn
behind
the
house
,
I
saw
her
face
pass
from
window
to
window
,
like
a
wandering
light
,
until
it
fixed
itself
in
one
,
and
watched
us
.
When
we
all
four
went
out
walking
in
the
afternoon
,
she
closed
her
thin
hand
on
my
arm
like
a
spring
,
to
keep
me
back
,
while
Steerforth
and
his
mother
went
on
out
of
hearing
:
and
then
spoke
to
me
.
‘
You
have
been
a
long
time
,
’
she
said
,
‘
without
coming
here
.
Is
your
profession
really
so
engaging
and
interesting
as
to
absorb
your
whole
attention
?
I
ask
because
I
always
want
to
be
informed
,
when
I
am
ignorant
.
Is
it
really
,
though
?
’
I
replied
that
I
liked
it
well
enough
,
but
that
I
certainly
could
not
claim
so
much
for
it
.
‘
Oh
!
I
am
glad
to
know
that
,
because
I
always
like
to
be
put
right
when
I
am
wrong
,
’
said
Rosa
Dartle
.
‘
You
mean
it
is
a
little
dry
,
perhaps
?
’
