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I
was
obliged
to
make
a
show
of
taking
the
hand
he
stretched
across
to
me
;
and
then
,
with
very
different
emotions
,
I
took
the
hand
of
the
broken
gentleman
,
his
partner
.
‘
Come
,
fellow
-
partner
,
’
said
Uriah
,
‘
if
I
may
take
the
liberty
,
—
now
,
suppose
you
give
us
something
or
another
appropriate
to
Copperfield
!
’
I
pass
over
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
proposing
my
aunt
,
his
proposing
Mr
.
Dick
,
his
proposing
Doctors
’
Commons
,
his
proposing
Uriah
,
his
drinking
everything
twice
;
his
consciousness
of
his
own
weakness
,
the
ineffectual
effort
that
he
made
against
it
;
the
struggle
between
his
shame
in
Uriah
’
s
deportment
,
and
his
desire
to
conciliate
him
;
the
manifest
exultation
with
which
Uriah
twisted
and
turned
,
and
held
him
up
before
me
.
It
made
me
sick
at
heart
to
see
,
and
my
hand
recoils
from
writing
it
.
‘
Come
,
fellow
-
partner
!
’
said
Uriah
,
at
last
,
‘
I
’
ll
give
you
another
one
,
and
I
umbly
ask
for
bumpers
,
seeing
I
intend
to
make
it
the
divinest
of
her
sex
.
’
Her
father
had
his
empty
glass
in
his
hand
.
I
saw
him
set
it
down
,
look
at
the
picture
she
was
so
like
,
put
his
hand
to
his
forehead
,
and
shrink
back
in
his
elbow
-
chair
.
‘
I
’
m
an
umble
individual
to
give
you
her
elth
,
’
proceeded
Uriah
,
‘
but
I
admire
—
adore
her
.
’
No
physical
pain
that
her
father
’
s
grey
head
could
have
borne
,
I
think
,
could
have
been
more
terrible
to
me
,
than
the
mental
endurance
I
saw
compressed
now
within
both
his
hands
.
‘
Agnes
,
’
said
Uriah
,
either
not
regarding
him
,
or
not
knowing
what
the
nature
of
his
action
was
,
‘
Agnes
Wickfield
is
,
I
am
safe
to
say
,
the
divinest
of
her
sex
.
May
I
speak
out
,
among
friends
?
To
be
her
father
is
a
proud
distinction
,
but
to
be
her
usband
—
—
’
Spare
me
from
ever
again
hearing
such
a
cry
,
as
that
with
which
her
father
rose
up
from
the
table
!
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
said
Uriah
,
turning
of
a
deadly
colour
.
‘
You
are
not
gone
mad
,
after
all
,
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
I
hope
?
If
I
say
I
’
ve
an
ambition
to
make
your
Agnes
my
Agnes
,
I
have
as
good
a
right
to
it
as
another
man
.
I
have
a
better
right
to
it
than
any
other
man
!
’
