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With
this
last
repetition
of
the
magic
word
that
had
kept
him
going
at
all
,
and
in
which
he
surpassed
all
his
previous
efforts
,
Mr
.
Micawber
rushed
out
of
the
house
;
leaving
us
in
a
state
of
excitement
,
hope
,
and
wonder
,
that
reduced
us
to
a
condition
little
better
than
his
own
.
But
even
then
his
passion
for
writing
letters
was
too
strong
to
be
resisted
;
for
while
we
were
yet
in
the
height
of
our
excitement
,
hope
,
and
wonder
,
the
following
pastoral
note
was
brought
to
me
from
a
neighbouring
tavern
,
at
which
he
had
called
to
write
it
:
—
‘
Most
secret
and
confidential
.
‘
My
DEAR
SIR
,
‘
I
beg
to
be
allowed
to
convey
,
through
you
,
my
apologies
to
your
excellent
aunt
for
my
late
excitement
.
An
explosion
of
a
smouldering
volcano
long
suppressed
,
was
the
result
of
an
internal
contest
more
easily
conceived
than
described
.
‘
I
trust
I
rendered
tolerably
intelligible
my
appointment
for
the
morning
of
this
day
week
,
at
the
house
of
public
entertainment
at
Canterbury
,
where
Mrs
.
Micawber
and
myself
had
once
the
honour
of
uniting
our
voices
to
yours
,
in
the
well
-
known
strain
of
the
Immortal
exciseman
nurtured
beyond
the
Tweed
‘
The
duty
done
,
and
act
of
reparation
performed
,
which
can
alone
enable
me
to
contemplate
my
fellow
mortal
,
I
shall
be
known
no
more
.
I
shall
simply
require
to
be
deposited
in
that
place
of
universal
resort
,
where
Each
in
his
narrow
cell
for
ever
laid
,
The
rude
forefathers
of
the
hamlet
sleep
,
‘
-
With
the
plain
Inscription
,
‘
WILKINS
MICAWBER
.
’
By
this
time
,
some
months
had
passed
since
our
interview
on
the
bank
of
the
river
with
Martha
.
I
had
never
seen
her
since
,
but
she
had
communicated
with
Mr
.
Peggotty
on
several
occasions
.
Nothing
had
come
of
her
zealous
intervention
;
nor
could
I
infer
,
from
what
he
told
me
,
that
any
clue
had
been
obtained
,
for
a
moment
,
to
Emily
’
s
fate
.
I
confess
that
I
began
to
despair
of
her
recovery
,
and
gradually
to
sink
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
belief
that
she
was
dead
.
