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I
had
my
arms
round
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
imploring
him
by
everything
that
I
could
think
of
,
oftenest
of
all
by
his
love
for
Agnes
,
to
calm
himself
a
little
.
He
was
mad
for
the
moment
;
tearing
out
his
hair
,
beating
his
head
,
trying
to
force
me
from
him
,
and
to
force
himself
from
me
,
not
answering
a
word
,
not
looking
at
or
seeing
anyone
;
blindly
striving
for
he
knew
not
what
,
his
face
all
staring
and
distorted
—
a
frightful
spectacle
.
I
conjured
him
,
incoherently
,
but
in
the
most
impassioned
manner
,
not
to
abandon
himself
to
this
wildness
,
but
to
hear
me
.
I
besought
him
to
think
of
Agnes
,
to
connect
me
with
Agnes
,
to
recollect
how
Agnes
and
I
had
grown
up
together
,
how
I
honoured
her
and
loved
her
,
how
she
was
his
pride
and
joy
.
I
tried
to
bring
her
idea
before
him
in
any
form
;
I
even
reproached
him
with
not
having
firmness
to
spare
her
the
knowledge
of
such
a
scene
as
this
.
I
may
have
effected
something
,
or
his
wildness
may
have
spent
itself
;
but
by
degrees
he
struggled
less
,
and
began
to
look
at
me
—
strangely
at
first
,
then
with
recognition
in
his
eyes
.
At
length
he
said
,
‘
I
know
,
Trotwood
!
My
darling
child
and
you
—
I
know
!
But
look
at
him
!
’
He
pointed
to
Uriah
,
pale
and
glowering
in
a
corner
,
evidently
very
much
out
in
his
calculations
,
and
taken
by
surprise
.
‘
Look
at
my
torturer
,
’
he
replied
.
‘
Before
him
I
have
step
by
step
abandoned
name
and
reputation
,
peace
and
quiet
,
house
and
home
.
’
‘
I
have
kept
your
name
and
reputation
for
you
,
and
your
peace
and
quiet
,
and
your
house
and
home
too
,
’
said
Uriah
,
with
a
sulky
,
hurried
,
defeated
air
of
compromise
.
‘
Don
’
t
be
foolish
,
Mr
.
Wickfield
.
If
I
have
gone
a
little
beyond
what
you
were
prepared
for
,
I
can
go
back
,
I
suppose
?
There
’
s
no
harm
done
.
’
‘
I
looked
for
single
motives
in
everyone
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
and
I
was
satisfied
I
had
bound
him
to
me
by
motives
of
interest
.
But
see
what
he
is
—
oh
,
see
what
he
is
!
’
‘
You
had
better
stop
him
,
Copperfield
,
if
you
can
,
’
cried
Uriah
,
with
his
long
forefinger
pointing
towards
me
.
‘
He
’
ll
say
something
presently
—
mind
you
!
—
he
’
ll
be
sorry
to
have
said
afterwards
,
and
you
’
ll
be
sorry
to
have
heard
!
’
‘
I
’
ll
say
anything
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
with
a
desperate
air
.
‘
Why
should
I
not
be
in
all
the
world
’
s
power
if
I
am
in
yours
?
’
