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‘
Yes
,
’
said
I
.
‘
By
your
look
.
’
He
seemed
very
much
amused
,
and
laughed
as
heartily
as
it
was
in
his
nature
to
laugh
.
After
some
scraping
of
his
chin
with
his
hand
,
he
went
on
to
say
,
with
his
eyes
cast
downward
—
still
scraping
,
very
slowly
:
‘
When
I
was
but
an
umble
clerk
,
she
always
looked
down
upon
me
.
She
was
for
ever
having
my
Agnes
backwards
and
forwards
at
her
ouse
,
and
she
was
for
ever
being
a
friend
to
you
,
Master
Copperfield
;
but
I
was
too
far
beneath
her
,
myself
,
to
be
noticed
.
’
‘
Well
?
’
said
I
;
‘
suppose
you
were
!
’
‘
-
And
beneath
him
too
,
’
pursued
Uriah
,
very
distinctly
,
and
in
a
meditative
tone
of
voice
,
as
he
continued
to
scrape
his
chin
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
know
the
Doctor
better
,
’
said
I
,
‘
than
to
suppose
him
conscious
of
your
existence
,
when
you
were
not
before
him
?
’
He
directed
his
eyes
at
me
in
that
sidelong
glance
again
,
and
he
made
his
face
very
lantern
-
jawed
,
for
the
greater
convenience
of
scraping
,
as
he
answered
:
‘
Oh
dear
,
I
am
not
referring
to
the
Doctor
!
Oh
no
,
poor
man
!
I
mean
Mr
.
Maldon
!
’
My
heart
quite
died
within
me
.
All
my
old
doubts
and
apprehensions
on
that
subject
,
all
the
Doctor
’
s
happiness
and
peace
,
all
the
mingled
possibilities
of
innocence
and
compromise
,
that
I
could
not
unravel
,
I
saw
,
in
a
moment
,
at
the
mercy
of
this
fellow
’
s
twisting
.
