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yourself to be! Don’t you remember saying to me once, that

Speakers, or a volume of parliamentary orations, thundered

‘Why, bless my life and soul!’ said Mr Omer, ‘how do you find

looking at my mother and at me, and whispering Again, as the

be worthy of his station It was like himself’

‘Oh! Yes, truly,’ said Uriah ‘Ah! Great imprudence, Master

you’re nervous’

so, over the banister; and Mr Micawber, not a bit changed—his

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‘Oh! I can’t think what I shall do,’ I exclaimed, ‘if I have to go

fierce little piece of incomprehensibility

who has been the object of my life, to whom its every thought has

foresee that he might be expected to recover the blow; but my

and made me hold forth in a most unwonted manner I laughed

complexion—confound his complexion, and his memory!—made

lover; but I was glad to have my aunt in my confidence, and I was

eyes, I could see nothing of him I was still engaged in peering

meat, in Mrs Micawber’s eye I therefore pleaded another

much reference to myself (though always in connexion with Dora),

pincushion, to assist Mrs Micawber in her toilette at my dressing-

‘But you are spoiling them for me,’ said I, as he stirred it

‘Yes, sir’

Copperfield It’s a topic that I wouldn’t touch upon, to any soul but

‘I had, at one time, certainly,’ said Mr Wickfield ‘I—God

straight road, though not very easily, for I was new to that kind of

which I never could have expected, I am sure, in my umble station,