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‘
Among
friends
,
sir
!
’
repeated
Mr
.
Micawber
;
and
all
he
had
reserved
came
breaking
out
of
him
.
‘
Good
heavens
,
it
is
principally
because
I
AM
among
friends
that
my
state
of
mind
is
what
it
is
.
What
is
the
matter
,
gentlemen
?
What
is
NOT
the
matter
?
Villainy
is
the
matter
;
baseness
is
the
matter
;
deception
,
fraud
,
conspiracy
,
are
the
matter
;
and
the
name
of
the
whole
atrocious
mass
is
—
HEEP
!
’
My
aunt
clapped
her
hands
,
and
we
all
started
up
as
if
we
were
possessed
.
‘
The
struggle
is
over
!
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
violently
gesticulating
with
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
and
fairly
striking
out
from
time
to
time
with
both
arms
,
as
if
he
were
swimming
under
superhuman
difficulties
.
‘
I
will
lead
this
life
no
longer
.
I
am
a
wretched
being
,
cut
off
from
everything
that
makes
life
tolerable
.
I
have
been
under
a
Taboo
in
that
infernal
scoundrel
’
s
service
.
Give
me
back
my
wife
,
give
me
back
my
family
,
substitute
Micawber
for
the
petty
wretch
who
walks
about
in
the
boots
at
present
on
my
feet
,
and
call
upon
me
to
swallow
a
sword
tomorrow
,
and
I
’
ll
do
it
.
With
an
appetite
!
’
I
never
saw
a
man
so
hot
in
my
life
.
I
tried
to
calm
him
,
that
we
might
come
to
something
rational
;
but
he
got
hotter
and
hotter
,
and
wouldn
’
t
hear
a
word
.
‘
I
’
ll
put
my
hand
in
no
man
’
s
hand
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
gasping
,
puffing
,
and
sobbing
,
to
that
degree
that
he
was
like
a
man
fighting
with
cold
water
,
‘
until
I
have
—
blown
to
fragments
—
the
-
a
—
detestable
—
serpent
—
HEEP
!
I
’
ll
partake
of
no
one
’
s
hospitality
,
until
I
have
—
a
—
moved
Mount
Vesuvius
—
to
eruption
-
on
—
a
—
the
abandoned
rascal
—
HEEP
!
Refreshment
—
a
—
underneath
this
roof
—
particularly
punch
—
would
—
a
—
choke
me
—
unless
—
I
had
—
previously
—
choked
the
eyes
—
out
of
the
head
—
a
—
of
—
interminable
cheat
,
and
liar
—
HEEP
!
I
—
a
-
I
’
ll
know
nobody
—
and
—
a
—
say
nothing
—
and
—
a
—
live
nowhere
—
until
I
have
crushed
—
to
—
a
—
undiscoverable
atoms
—
the
—
transcendent
and
immortal
hypocrite
and
perjurer
—
HEEP
!
’
I
really
had
some
fear
of
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
dying
on
the
spot
.
The
manner
in
which
he
struggled
through
these
inarticulate
sentences
,
and
,
whenever
he
found
himself
getting
near
the
name
of
Heep
,
fought
his
way
on
to
it
,
dashed
at
it
in
a
fainting
state
,
and
brought
it
out
with
a
vehemence
little
less
than
marvellous
,
was
frightful
;
but
now
,
when
he
sank
into
a
chair
,
steaming
,
and
looked
at
us
,
with
every
possible
colour
in
his
face
that
had
no
business
there
,
and
an
endless
procession
of
lumps
following
one
another
in
hot
haste
up
his
throat
,
whence
they
seemed
to
shoot
into
his
forehead
,
he
had
the
appearance
of
being
in
the
last
extremity
.
I
would
have
gone
to
his
assistance
,
but
he
waved
me
off
,
and
wouldn
’
t
hear
a
word
.
‘
No
,
Copperfield
!
—
No
communication
—
a
—
until
—
Miss
Wickfield
-
a
—
redress
from
wrongs
inflicted
by
consummate
scoundrel
—
HEEP
!
’
(
I
am
quite
convinced
he
could
not
have
uttered
three
words
,
but
for
the
amazing
energy
with
which
this
word
inspired
him
when
he
felt
it
coming
.
)
‘
Inviolable
secret
—
a
—
from
the
whole
world
-
a
—
no
exceptions
—
this
day
week
—
a
—
at
breakfast
-
time
—
a
—
everybody
present
—
including
aunt
—
a
—
and
extremely
friendly
gentleman
—
to
be
at
the
hotel
at
Canterbury
—
a
—
where
—
Mrs
.
Micawber
and
myself
—
Auld
Lang
Syne
in
chorus
—
and
—
a
—
will
expose
intolerable
ruffian
—
HEEP
!
No
more
to
say
—
a
—
or
listen
to
persuasion
—
go
immediately
—
not
capable
—
a
—
bear
society
—
upon
the
track
of
devoted
and
doomed
traitor
—
HEEP
!
’
