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‘
To
the
hangman
,
’
I
returned
.
‘
The
most
unlikely
person
I
could
think
of
,
’
—
though
his
own
face
had
suggested
the
allusion
quite
as
a
natural
sequence
.
‘
I
am
engaged
to
another
young
lady
.
I
hope
that
contents
you
.
’
‘
Upon
your
soul
?
’
said
Uriah
.
I
was
about
indignantly
to
give
my
assertion
the
confirmation
he
required
,
when
he
caught
hold
of
my
hand
,
and
gave
it
a
squeeze
.
‘
Oh
,
Master
Copperfield
!
’
he
said
.
‘
If
you
had
only
had
the
condescension
to
return
my
confidence
when
I
poured
out
the
fulness
of
my
art
,
the
night
I
put
you
so
much
out
of
the
way
by
sleeping
before
your
sitting
-
room
fire
,
I
never
should
have
doubted
you
.
As
it
is
,
I
’
m
sure
I
’
ll
take
off
mother
directly
,
and
only
too
appy
.
I
know
you
’
ll
excuse
the
precautions
of
affection
,
won
’
t
you
?
What
a
pity
,
Master
Copperfield
,
that
you
didn
’
t
condescend
to
return
my
confidence
!
I
’
m
sure
I
gave
you
every
opportunity
.
But
you
never
have
condescended
to
me
,
as
much
as
I
could
have
wished
.
I
know
you
have
never
liked
me
,
as
I
have
liked
you
!
’
All
this
time
he
was
squeezing
my
hand
with
his
damp
fishy
fingers
,
while
I
made
every
effort
I
decently
could
to
get
it
away
.
But
I
was
quite
unsuccessful
.
He
drew
it
under
the
sleeve
of
his
mulberry
-
coloured
great
-
coat
,
and
I
walked
on
,
almost
upon
compulsion
,
arm
-
in
-
arm
with
him
.
‘
Shall
we
turn
?
’
said
Uriah
,
by
and
by
wheeling
me
face
about
towards
the
town
,
on
which
the
early
moon
was
now
shining
,
silvering
the
distant
windows
.
‘
Before
we
leave
the
subject
,
you
ought
to
understand
,
’
said
I
,
breaking
a
pretty
long
silence
,
‘
that
I
believe
Agnes
Wickfield
to
be
as
far
above
you
,
and
as
far
removed
from
all
your
aspirations
,
as
that
moon
herself
!
’
‘
Peaceful
!
Ain
’
t
she
!
’
said
Uriah
.
‘
Very
!
Now
confess
,
Master
Copperfield
,
that
you
haven
’
t
liked
me
quite
as
I
have
liked
you
.
All
along
you
’
ve
thought
me
too
umble
now
,
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
?
’
‘
I
am
not
fond
of
professions
of
humility
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
or
professions
of
anything
else
.
’
‘
There
now
!
’
said
Uriah
,
looking
flabby
and
lead
-
coloured
in
the
moonlight
.
