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‘
Of
whom
are
you
jealous
,
now
?
’
said
I
.
‘
Thanks
to
you
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
returned
,
‘
of
no
one
in
particular
just
at
present
—
no
male
person
,
at
least
.
’
‘
Do
you
mean
that
you
are
jealous
of
a
female
person
?
’
He
gave
me
a
sidelong
glance
out
of
his
sinister
red
eyes
,
and
laughed
.
‘
Really
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
said
,
‘
-
I
should
say
Mister
,
but
I
know
you
’
ll
excuse
the
abit
I
’
ve
got
into
—
you
’
re
so
insinuating
,
that
you
draw
me
like
a
corkscrew
!
Well
,
I
don
’
t
mind
telling
you
,
’
putting
his
fish
-
like
hand
on
mine
,
‘
I
’
m
not
a
lady
’
s
man
in
general
,
sir
,
and
I
never
was
,
with
Mrs
.
Strong
.
’
His
eyes
looked
green
now
,
as
they
watched
mine
with
a
rascally
cunning
.
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
said
I
.
‘
Why
,
though
I
am
a
lawyer
,
Master
Copperfield
,
’
he
replied
,
with
a
dry
grin
,
‘
I
mean
,
just
at
present
,
what
I
say
.
’
‘
And
what
do
you
mean
by
your
look
?
’
I
retorted
,
quietly
.
‘
By
my
look
?
Dear
me
,
Copperfield
,
that
’
s
sharp
practice
!
What
do
I
mean
by
my
look
?
’
