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‘
Or
,
if
confiding
anything
to
friends
will
be
more
likely
to
relieve
you
,
you
shall
impart
it
to
us
,
Mr
.
Micawber
,
’
said
Traddles
,
prudently
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
do
with
me
as
you
will
!
I
am
a
straw
upon
the
surface
of
the
deep
,
and
am
tossed
in
all
directions
by
the
elephants
—
I
beg
your
pardon
;
I
should
have
said
the
elements
.
’
We
walked
on
,
arm
-
in
-
arm
,
again
;
found
the
coach
in
the
act
of
starting
;
and
arrived
at
Highgate
without
encountering
any
difficulties
by
the
way
.
I
was
very
uneasy
and
very
uncertain
in
my
mind
what
to
say
or
do
for
the
best
—
so
was
Traddles
,
evidently
.
Mr
.
Micawber
was
for
the
most
part
plunged
into
deep
gloom
.
He
occasionally
made
an
attempt
to
smarten
himself
,
and
hum
the
fag
-
end
of
a
tune
;
but
his
relapses
into
profound
melancholy
were
only
made
the
more
impressive
by
the
mockery
of
a
hat
exceedingly
on
one
side
,
and
a
shirt
-
collar
pulled
up
to
his
eyes
.
We
went
to
my
aunt
’
s
house
rather
than
to
mine
,
because
of
Dora
’
s
not
being
well
.
My
aunt
presented
herself
on
being
sent
for
,
and
welcomed
Mr
.
Micawber
with
gracious
cordiality
.
Mr
.
Micawber
kissed
her
hand
,
retired
to
the
window
,
and
pulling
out
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
had
a
mental
wrestle
with
himself
.
Mr
.
Dick
was
at
home
.
He
was
by
nature
so
exceedingly
compassionate
of
anyone
who
seemed
to
be
ill
at
ease
,
and
was
so
quick
to
find
any
such
person
out
,
that
he
shook
hands
with
Mr
.
Micawber
,
at
least
half
-
a
-
dozen
times
in
five
minutes
.
To
Mr
.
Micawber
,
in
his
trouble
,
this
warmth
,
on
the
part
of
a
stranger
,
was
so
extremely
touching
,
that
he
could
only
say
,
on
the
occasion
of
each
successive
shake
,
‘
My
dear
sir
,
you
overpower
me
!
’
Which
gratified
Mr
.
Dick
so
much
,
that
he
went
at
it
again
with
greater
vigour
than
before
.
‘
The
friendliness
of
this
gentleman
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
to
my
aunt
,
‘
if
you
will
allow
me
,
ma
’
am
,
to
cull
a
figure
of
speech
from
the
vocabulary
of
our
coarser
national
sports
—
floors
me
.
To
a
man
who
is
struggling
with
a
complicated
burden
of
perplexity
and
disquiet
,
such
a
reception
is
trying
,
I
assure
you
.
’
‘
My
friend
Mr
.
Dick
,
’
replied
my
aunt
proudly
,
‘
is
not
a
common
man
.
’
‘
That
I
am
convinced
of
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
.
‘
My
dear
sir
!
’
for
Mr
.
Dick
was
shaking
hands
with
him
again
;
‘
I
am
deeply
sensible
of
your
cordiality
!
’
‘
How
do
you
find
yourself
?
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
with
an
anxious
look
.
