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‘
I
am
charmed
,
Copperfield
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
let
me
assure
you
,
with
Miss
Wickfield
.
She
is
a
very
superior
young
lady
,
of
very
remarkable
attractions
,
graces
,
and
virtues
.
Upon
my
honour
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
indefinitely
kissing
his
hand
and
bowing
with
his
genteelest
air
,
‘
I
do
Homage
to
Miss
Wickfield
!
Hem
!
’
‘
I
am
glad
of
that
,
at
least
,
’
said
I
.
‘
If
you
had
not
assured
us
,
my
dear
Copperfield
,
on
the
occasion
of
that
agreeable
afternoon
we
had
the
happiness
of
passing
with
you
,
that
D
.
was
your
favourite
letter
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
I
should
unquestionably
have
supposed
that
A
.
had
been
so
.
’
We
have
all
some
experience
of
a
feeling
,
that
comes
over
us
occasionally
,
of
what
we
are
saying
and
doing
having
been
said
and
done
before
,
in
a
remote
time
—
of
our
having
been
surrounded
,
dim
ages
ago
,
by
the
same
faces
,
objects
,
and
circumstances
—
of
our
knowing
perfectly
what
will
be
said
next
,
as
if
we
suddenly
remembered
it
!
I
never
had
this
mysterious
impression
more
strongly
in
my
life
,
than
before
he
uttered
those
words
.
I
took
my
leave
of
Mr
.
Micawber
,
for
the
time
,
charging
him
with
my
best
remembrances
to
all
at
home
.
As
I
left
him
,
resuming
his
stool
and
his
pen
,
and
rolling
his
head
in
his
stock
,
to
get
it
into
easier
writing
order
,
I
clearly
perceived
that
there
was
something
interposed
between
him
and
me
,
since
he
had
come
into
his
new
functions
,
which
prevented
our
getting
at
each
other
as
we
used
to
do
,
and
quite
altered
the
character
of
our
intercourse
.
There
was
no
one
in
the
quaint
old
drawing
-
room
,
though
it
presented
tokens
of
Mrs
.
Heep
’
s
whereabouts
.
I
looked
into
the
room
still
belonging
to
Agnes
,
and
saw
her
sitting
by
the
fire
,
at
a
pretty
old
-
fashioned
desk
she
had
,
writing
.
My
darkening
the
light
made
her
look
up
.
What
a
pleasure
to
be
the
cause
of
that
bright
change
in
her
attentive
face
,
and
the
object
of
that
sweet
regard
and
welcome
!
‘
Ah
,
Agnes
!
’
said
I
,
when
we
were
sitting
together
,
side
by
side
;
‘
I
have
missed
you
so
much
,
lately
!
’
‘
Indeed
?
’
she
replied
.
‘
Again
!
And
so
soon
?
’
I
shook
my
head
.
