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‘
Oh
,
I
know
he
had
!
’
said
I
.
They
both
stopped
and
looked
at
me
.
‘
On
the
very
day
when
I
last
saw
him
,
’
said
I
,
‘
he
told
me
that
he
had
,
and
that
his
affairs
were
long
since
settled
.
’
Mr
.
jorkins
and
old
Tiffey
shook
their
heads
with
one
accord
.
‘
That
looks
unpromising
,
’
said
Tiffey
.
‘
Very
unpromising
,
’
said
Mr
.
jorkins
.
‘
Surely
you
don
’
t
doubt
—
—
’
I
began
.
‘
My
good
Mr
.
Copperfield
!
’
said
Tiffey
,
laying
his
hand
upon
my
arm
,
and
shutting
up
both
his
eyes
as
he
shook
his
head
:
‘
if
you
had
been
in
the
Commons
as
long
as
I
have
,
you
would
know
that
there
is
no
subject
on
which
men
are
so
inconsistent
,
and
so
little
to
be
trusted
.
’
‘
Why
,
bless
my
soul
,
he
made
that
very
remark
!
’
I
replied
persistently
.
‘
I
should
call
that
almost
final
,
’
observed
Tiffey
.
‘
My
opinion
is
-
no
will
.
’
It
appeared
a
wonderful
thing
to
me
,
but
it
turned
out
that
there
was
no
will
.
He
had
never
so
much
as
thought
of
making
one
,
so
far
as
his
papers
afforded
any
evidence
;
for
there
was
no
kind
of
hint
,
sketch
,
or
memorandum
,
of
any
testamentary
intention
whatever
.
What
was
scarcely
less
astonishing
to
me
,
was
,
that
his
affairs
were
in
a
most
disordered
state
.
It
was
extremely
difficult
,
I
heard
,
to
make
out
what
he
owed
,
or
what
he
had
paid
,
or
of
what
he
died
possessed
.
It
was
considered
likely
that
for
years
he
could
have
had
no
clear
opinion
on
these
subjects
himself
.
