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‘
Do
you
suppose
,
’
said
I
,
constraining
myself
to
be
very
temperate
and
quiet
with
him
,
on
account
of
Agnes
,
‘
that
I
regard
Miss
Wickfield
otherwise
than
as
a
very
dear
sister
?
’
‘
Well
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
replied
,
‘
you
perceive
I
am
not
bound
to
answer
that
question
.
You
may
not
,
you
know
.
But
then
,
you
see
,
you
may
!
’
Anything
to
equal
the
low
cunning
of
his
visage
,
and
of
his
shadowless
eyes
without
the
ghost
of
an
eyelash
,
I
never
saw
.
‘
Come
then
!
’
said
I
.
‘
For
the
sake
of
Miss
Wickfield
—
—
’
‘
My
Agnes
!
’
he
exclaimed
,
with
a
sickly
,
angular
contortion
of
himself
.
‘
Would
you
be
so
good
as
call
her
Agnes
,
Master
Copperfield
!
’
‘
For
the
sake
of
Agnes
Wickfield
—
Heaven
bless
her
!
’
‘
Thank
you
for
that
blessing
,
Master
Copperfield
!
‘
he
interposed
.
‘
I
will
tell
you
what
I
should
,
under
any
other
circumstances
,
as
soon
have
thought
of
telling
to
—
Jack
Ketch
.
’
‘
To
who
,
sir
?
’
said
Uriah
,
stretching
out
his
neck
,
and
shading
his
ear
with
his
hand
.
