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‘
If
I
may
umbly
make
the
remark
,
’
said
Uriah
Heep
,
with
a
writhe
,
‘
I
fully
agree
with
Miss
Betsey
Trotwood
,
and
should
be
only
too
appy
if
Miss
Agnes
was
a
partner
.
’
‘
You
’
re
a
partner
yourself
,
you
know
,
’
returned
my
aunt
,
‘
and
that
’
s
about
enough
for
you
,
I
expect
.
How
do
you
find
yourself
,
sir
?
’
In
acknowledgement
of
this
question
,
addressed
to
him
with
extraordinary
curtness
,
Mr
.
Heep
,
uncomfortably
clutching
the
blue
bag
he
carried
,
replied
that
he
was
pretty
well
,
he
thanked
my
aunt
,
and
hoped
she
was
the
same
.
‘
And
you
,
Master
—
I
should
say
,
Mister
Copperfield
,
’
pursued
Uriah
.
‘
I
hope
I
see
you
well
!
I
am
rejoiced
to
see
you
,
Mister
Copperfield
,
even
under
present
circumstances
.
’
I
believed
that
;
for
he
seemed
to
relish
them
very
much
.
‘
Present
circumstances
is
not
what
your
friends
would
wish
for
you
,
Mister
Copperfield
,
but
it
isn
’
t
money
makes
the
man
:
it
’
s
—
I
am
really
unequal
with
my
umble
powers
to
express
what
it
is
,
’
said
Uriah
,
with
a
fawning
jerk
,
‘
but
it
isn
’
t
money
!
’
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
?
Years
don
’
t
tell
much
in
our
firm
,
Master
Copperfield
,
except
in
raising
up
the
umble
,
namely
,
mother
and
self
—
and
in
developing
,
’
he
added
,
as
an
afterthought
,
‘
the
beautiful
,
namely
,
Miss
Agnes
.
’
He
jerked
himself
about
,
after
this
compliment
,
in
such
an
intolerable
manner
,
that
my
aunt
,
who
had
sat
looking
straight
at
him
,
lost
all
patience
.
‘
Deuce
take
the
man
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
sternly
,
‘
what
’
s
he
about
?
Don
’
t
be
galvanic
,
sir
!
’
