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I
looked
at
the
old
house
from
the
corner
of
the
street
,
but
did
not
go
nearer
to
it
,
lest
,
being
observed
,
I
might
unwittingly
do
any
harm
to
the
design
I
had
come
to
aid
.
The
early
sun
was
striking
edgewise
on
its
gables
and
lattice
-
windows
,
touching
them
with
gold
;
and
some
beams
of
its
old
peace
seemed
to
touch
my
heart
.
I
strolled
into
the
country
for
an
hour
or
so
,
and
then
returned
by
the
main
street
,
which
in
the
interval
had
shaken
off
its
last
night
’
s
sleep
.
Among
those
who
were
stirring
in
the
shops
,
I
saw
my
ancient
enemy
the
butcher
,
now
advanced
to
top
-
boots
and
a
baby
,
and
in
business
for
himself
.
He
was
nursing
the
baby
,
and
appeared
to
be
a
benignant
member
of
society
.
We
all
became
very
anxious
and
impatient
,
when
we
sat
down
to
breakfast
.
As
it
approached
nearer
and
nearer
to
half
past
nine
o
’
clock
,
our
restless
expectation
of
Mr
.
Micawber
increased
.
At
last
we
made
no
more
pretence
of
attending
to
the
meal
,
which
,
except
with
Mr
.
Dick
,
had
been
a
mere
form
from
the
first
;
but
my
aunt
walked
up
and
down
the
room
,
Traddles
sat
upon
the
sofa
affecting
to
read
the
paper
with
his
eyes
on
the
ceiling
;
and
I
looked
out
of
the
window
to
give
early
notice
of
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
coming
.
Nor
had
I
long
to
watch
,
for
,
at
the
first
chime
of
the
half
hour
,
he
appeared
in
the
street
.
‘
Here
he
is
,
’
said
I
,
‘
and
not
in
his
legal
attire
!
’
My
aunt
tied
the
strings
of
her
bonnet
(
she
had
come
down
to
breakfast
in
it
)
,
and
put
on
her
shawl
,
as
if
she
were
ready
for
anything
that
was
resolute
and
uncompromising
.
Traddles
buttoned
his
coat
with
a
determined
air
.
Mr
.
Dick
,
disturbed
by
these
formidable
appearances
,
but
feeling
it
necessary
to
imitate
them
,
pulled
his
hat
,
with
both
hands
,
as
firmly
over
his
ears
as
he
possibly
could
;
and
instantly
took
it
off
again
,
to
welcome
Mr
.
Micawber
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
and
madam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
good
morning
!
My
dear
sir
,
’
to
Mr
.
Dick
,
who
shook
hands
with
him
violently
,
‘
you
are
extremely
good
.
’
‘
Have
you
breakfasted
?
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
‘
Have
a
chop
!
’
‘
Not
for
the
world
,
my
good
sir
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Micawber
,
stopping
him
on
his
way
to
the
bell
;
‘
appetite
and
myself
,
Mr
.
Dixon
,
have
long
been
strangers
.
’
Mr
.
Dixon
was
so
well
pleased
with
his
new
name
,
and
appeared
to
think
it
so
obliging
in
Mr
.
Micawber
to
confer
it
upon
him
,
that
he
shook
hands
with
him
again
,
and
laughed
rather
childishly
.
