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Wickfield and Heep

           

           ‘Ihavekeptyournameandreputationforyou,andyourpeaceandquiet,andyourhouseandhometoo,’saidUriah,withasulky,hurried,defeatedairofcompromise.‘Don’tbefoolish,Mr.Wickfield.IfIhavegonealittlebeyondwhatyouwerepreparedfor,Icangoback,Isuppose?There’snoharmdone.’

           ‘Ilookedforsinglemotivesineveryone,’saidMr.Wickfield,andIwassatisfiedIhadboundhimtomebymotivesofinterest.Butseewhatheisoh,seewhatheis!’

           ‘Youhadbetterstophim,Copperfield,ifyoucan,’criedUriah,withhislongforefingerpointingtowardsme.‘He’llsaysomethingpresentlymindyou!he’llbesorrytohavesaidafterwards,andyou’llbesorrytohaveheard!’

           ‘I’llsayanything!’criedMr.Wickfield,withadesperateair.‘WhyshouldInotbeinalltheworld’spowerifIaminyours?’

           ‘Mind!Itellyou!’saidUriah,continuingtowarnme.‘Ifyoudon’tstophismouth,you’renothisfriend!Whyshouldn’tyoubeinalltheworld’spower,Mr.Wickfield?Becauseyouhavegotadaughter.Youandmeknowwhatweknow,don’twe?Letsleepingdogsliewhowantstorouse‘em?Idon’t.Can’tyouseeIamasumbleasIcanbe?Itellyou,ifI’vegonetoofar,I’msorry.Whatwouldyouhave,sir?’

           ‘Oh,Trotwood,Trotwood!‘exclaimedMr.Wickfield,wringinghishands.

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