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Mr
.
Micawber
answered
not
a
word
.
‘
How
is
our
friend
Heep
,
Mr
.
Micawber
?
’
said
I
,
after
a
silence
.
‘
My
dear
Copperfield
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Micawber
,
bursting
into
a
state
of
much
excitement
,
and
turning
pale
,
‘
if
you
ask
after
my
employer
as
your
friend
,
I
am
sorry
for
it
;
if
you
ask
after
him
as
My
friend
,
I
sardonically
smile
at
it
.
In
whatever
capacity
you
ask
after
my
employer
,
I
beg
,
without
offence
to
you
,
to
limit
my
reply
to
this
—
that
whatever
his
state
of
health
may
be
,
his
appearance
is
foxy
:
not
to
say
diabolical
.
You
will
allow
me
,
as
a
private
individual
,
to
decline
pursuing
a
subject
which
has
lashed
me
to
the
utmost
verge
of
desperation
in
my
professional
capacity
.
’
I
expressed
my
regret
for
having
innocently
touched
upon
a
theme
that
roused
him
so
much
.
‘
May
I
ask
,
’
said
I
,
‘
without
any
hazard
of
repeating
the
mistake
,
how
my
old
friends
Mr
.
and
Miss
Wickfield
are
?
’
‘
Miss
Wickfield
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
now
turning
red
,
‘
is
,
as
she
always
is
,
a
pattern
,
and
a
bright
example
.
My
dear
Copperfield
,
she
is
the
only
starry
spot
in
a
miserable
existence
.
My
respect
for
that
young
lady
,
my
admiration
of
her
character
,
my
devotion
to
her
for
her
love
and
truth
,
and
goodness
!
—
Take
me
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
down
a
turning
,
for
,
upon
my
soul
,
in
my
present
state
of
mind
I
am
not
equal
to
this
!
’
We
wheeled
him
off
into
a
narrow
street
,
where
he
took
out
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
and
stood
with
his
back
to
a
wall
.
If
I
looked
as
gravely
at
him
as
Traddles
did
,
he
must
have
found
our
company
by
no
means
inspiriting
.
‘
It
is
my
fate
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
unfeignedly
sobbing
,
but
doing
even
that
,
with
a
shadow
of
the
old
expression
of
doing
something
genteel
;
‘
it
is
my
fate
,
gentlemen
,
that
the
finer
feelings
of
our
nature
have
become
reproaches
to
me
.
My
homage
to
Miss
Wickfield
,
is
a
flight
of
arrows
in
my
bosom
.
You
had
better
leave
me
,
if
you
please
,
to
walk
the
earth
as
a
vagabond
.
The
worm
will
settle
my
business
in
double
-
quick
time
.
’
Without
attending
to
this
invocation
,
we
stood
by
,
until
he
put
up
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
pulled
up
his
shirt
-
collar
,
and
,
to
delude
any
person
in
the
neighbourhood
who
might
have
been
observing
him
,
hummed
a
tune
with
his
hat
very
much
on
one
side
.
I
then
mentioned
-
not
knowing
what
might
be
lost
if
we
lost
sight
of
him
yet
—
that
it
would
give
me
great
pleasure
to
introduce
him
to
my
aunt
,
if
he
would
ride
out
to
Highgate
,
where
a
bed
was
at
his
service
.
‘
You
shall
make
us
a
glass
of
your
own
punch
,
Mr
.
Micawber
,
’
said
I
,
‘
and
forget
whatever
you
have
on
your
mind
,
in
pleasanter
reminiscences
.
’
