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‘
Mind
!
I
tell
you
!
’
said
Uriah
,
continuing
to
warn
me
.
‘
If
you
don
’
t
stop
his
mouth
,
you
’
re
not
his
friend
!
Why
shouldn
’
t
you
be
in
all
the
world
’
s
power
,
Mr
.
Wickfield
?
Because
you
have
got
a
daughter
.
You
and
me
know
what
we
know
,
don
’
t
we
?
Let
sleeping
dogs
lie
—
who
wants
to
rouse
‘
em
?
I
don
’
t
.
Can
’
t
you
see
I
am
as
umble
as
I
can
be
?
I
tell
you
,
if
I
’
ve
gone
too
far
,
I
’
m
sorry
.
What
would
you
have
,
sir
?
’
‘
Oh
,
Trotwood
,
Trotwood
!
‘
exclaimed
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
wringing
his
hands
.
‘
What
I
have
come
down
to
be
,
since
I
first
saw
you
in
this
house
!
I
was
on
my
downward
way
then
,
but
the
dreary
,
dreary
road
I
have
traversed
since
!
Weak
indulgence
has
ruined
me
.
Indulgence
in
remembrance
,
and
indulgence
in
forgetfulness
.
My
natural
grief
for
my
child
’
s
mother
turned
to
disease
;
my
natural
love
for
my
child
turned
to
disease
.
I
have
infected
everything
I
touched
.
I
have
brought
misery
on
what
I
dearly
love
,
I
know
—
you
know
!
I
thought
it
possible
that
I
could
truly
love
one
creature
in
the
world
,
and
not
love
the
rest
;
I
thought
it
possible
that
I
could
truly
mourn
for
one
creature
gone
out
of
the
world
,
and
not
have
some
part
in
the
grief
of
all
who
mourned
.
Thus
the
lessons
of
my
life
have
been
perverted
!
I
have
preyed
on
my
own
morbid
coward
heart
,
and
it
has
preyed
on
me
.
Sordid
in
my
grief
,
sordid
in
my
love
,
sordid
in
my
miserable
escape
from
the
darker
side
of
both
,
oh
see
the
ruin
I
am
,
and
hate
me
,
shun
me
!
’
He
dropped
into
a
chair
,
and
weakly
sobbed
.
The
excitement
into
which
he
had
been
roused
was
leaving
him
.
Uriah
came
out
of
his
corner
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
all
I
have
done
,
in
my
fatuity
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
putting
out
his
hands
,
as
if
to
deprecate
my
condemnation
.
‘
He
knows
best
,
’
meaning
Uriah
Heep
,
‘
for
he
has
always
been
at
my
elbow
,
whispering
me
.
You
see
the
millstone
that
he
is
about
my
neck
.
You
find
him
in
my
house
,
you
find
him
in
my
business
.
You
heard
him
,
but
a
little
time
ago
.
What
need
have
I
to
say
more
!
’
‘
You
haven
’
t
need
to
say
so
much
,
nor
half
so
much
,
nor
anything
at
all
,
’
observed
Uriah
,
half
defiant
,
and
half
fawning
.
‘
You
wouldn
’
t
have
took
it
up
so
,
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
the
wine
.
You
’
ll
think
better
of
it
tomorrow
,
sir
.
If
I
have
said
too
much
,
or
more
than
I
meant
,
what
of
it
?
I
haven
’
t
stood
by
it
!
’
The
door
opened
,
and
Agnes
,
gliding
in
,
without
a
vestige
of
colour
in
her
face
,
put
her
arm
round
his
neck
,
and
steadily
said
,
‘
Papa
,
you
are
not
well
.
Come
with
me
!
’
He
laid
his
head
upon
her
shoulder
,
as
if
he
were
oppressed
with
heavy
shame
,
and
went
out
with
her
.
Her
eyes
met
mine
for
but
an
instant
,
yet
I
saw
how
much
she
knew
of
what
had
passed
.
‘
I
didn
’
t
expect
he
’
d
cut
up
so
rough
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
said
Uriah
.
‘
But
it
’
s
nothing
.
I
’
ll
be
friends
with
him
tomorrow
.
It
’
s
for
his
good
.
I
’
m
umbly
anxious
for
his
good
.
’
