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her idea before him in any form; I even reproached him with not 
having firmness to spare her the knowledge of such a scene as 
this。 I may have effected something; or his wildness may have 
spent itself; but by degrees he struggled less; and began to look at 
me—strangely at first; then with recognition in his eyes。 At length 
he said; ‘I know; Trotwood! My darling child and you—I know! 
But look at him!’ 

He pointed to Uriah; pale and glowering in a corner; evidently 
very much out in his calculations; and taken by surprise。 

‘Look at my torturer;’ he replied。 ‘Before him I have step by 
step abandoned name and reputation; peace and quiet; house and 
home。’ 

‘I have kept your name and reputation for you; and your peace 
and quiet; and your house and home too;’ said Uriah; with a sulky; 
hurried; defeated air of compromise。 ‘Don’t be foolish; Mr。 
Wickfield。 If I have gone a little beyond what you were prepared 
for; I can go back; I suppose? There’s no harm done。’ 

‘I looked for single motives in everyone;’ said Mr。 Wickfield; and 
I was satisfied I had bound him to me by motives of interest。 But 
see what he is—oh; see what he is!’ 

‘You had better stop him; Copperfield; if you can;’ cried Uriah; 

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with his long forefinger pointing towards me。 ‘He’ll say something 
presently—mind you!—he’ll be sorry to have said afterwards; and 
you’ll be sorry to have heard!’ 

‘I’ll say anything!’ cried Mr。 Wickfield; with a desperate air。 
‘Why should I not be in all the world’s power if I am in yours?’ 

‘Mind! I tell you!’ said Uriah; continuing to warn me。 ‘If you 
don’t stop his mouth; you’re not his friend! Why shouldn’t you be 
in all the world’s power; Mr。 Wickfield? Because you have got a 
daughter。 You and me know what we know; don’t we? Let 
sleeping dogs lie—who wants to rouse ’em? I don’t。 Can’t you see I 
am as umble as I can be? I tell you; if I’ve gone too far; I’m sorry。 
What would you have; sir?’ 

‘Oh; Trotwood; Trotwood!’ exclaimed Mr。 Wickfield; wringing 
his hands。 ‘What I have come down to be; since I first saw you in 
this house! I was on my downward way then; but the dreary; 
dreary road I have traversed since! Weak indulgence has ruined 
me。 Indulgence in remembrance; and indulgence in forgetfulness。 
My natural grief for my child’s mother turned to disease; my 
natural love for my child turned to disease。 I have infected 
everything I touched。 I have brought misery on what I dearly love; 
I know—you know! I thought it possible that I could truly love one 
creature in the world; and not love the rest; I thought it possible 
that I could truly mourn for one creature gone out of the world; 
and not have some part in the grief of all who mourned。 Thus the 
lessons of my life have been perverted! I have preyed on my own 
morbid coward heart; and it has preyed on me。 Sordid in my grief; 
sordid in my love; sordid in my miserable escape from the darker 
side of both; oh see the ruin I am; and hate me; shun me!’ 

He dropped into a chair; and weakly sobbed。 The excitement 

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into which he had been roused was leaving him。 Uriah came out of 
his corner。 

‘I don’t know all I have done; in my fatuity;’ said Mr。 Wickfield; 
putting out his hands; as if to deprecate my condemnation。 ‘He 
knows best;’ meaning Uriah Heep; ‘for he has always been at my 
elbow; whispering me。 You see the millstone that he is about my 
neck。 You find him in my house; you find him in my business。 You 
heard him; but a little time ago。 What need have I to say more!’ 

‘You haven’t need to say so much; nor half so much; nor 
anything at all;’ observed Uriah; half defiant; and half fawning。 
‘You wouldn’t have took it up so; if it hadn’t been for the wine。 
You’ll think better of it tomorrow; sir。 If I have said too much; or 
more than I meant; what of it? I haven’t stood by it!’ 

The door opened; and Agnes; gliding in; without a vestige of 
colour in her face; put her arm round his neck; and steadily said; 
‘Papa; you are not well。 Come with me!’ 

He laid his head upon her shoulder; as if he were oppressed 
with heavy shame; and went out with her。 Her eyes met mine for 
but an instant; yet I saw how much she knew of what had passed。 

‘I didn’t expect he’d cut up so rough; Master Copperfield;’ said 
Uriah。 ‘But it’s nothing。 I’ll be friends with him tomorrow。 It’s for 
his good。 I’m umbly anxious for his good。’ 

I gave him no answer; and went upstairs into the quiet room 
where Agnes had so often sat beside me at my books。 Nobody 
came near me until late at night。 I took up a book; and tried to 
read。 I heard the clocks strike twelve; and was still reading; 
without knowing what I read; when Agnes touched me。 

‘You will be going early in the morning; Trotwood! Let us say 
good…bye; now!’ 

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She had been weeping; but her face then was so calm and 
beautiful! 

‘Heaven bless you!’ she said; giving me her hand。 

‘Dearest Agnes!’ I returned; ‘I see you ask me not to speak of 
tonight—but is there nothing to be done?’ 

‘There is God to trust in!’ she replied。 

‘Can I do nothing—I; who come to you with my poor sorrows?’ 

‘And make mine so much lighter;’ she replied。 ‘Dear Trotwood; 
no!’ 

‘Dear Agnes;’ I said; ‘it is presumptuous for me; who am so poor 
in all in which you are so rich—goodness; resolution; all noble 
qualities—to doubt or direct you; but you know how much I love 
you; and how much I owe you。 You will never sacrifice yourself to 
a mistaken sense of duty; Agnes?’ 

More agitated for a moment than I had ever seen her; she took 
her hands from me; and moved a step back。 

‘Say you have no such thought; dear Agnes! Much more than 
sister! Think of the priceless gift of such a heart as yours; of such a 
love as yours!’ 

Oh! long; long afterwards; I saw that face rise up before me; 
with its momentary look; not wondering; not accusing; not 
regretting。 Oh; long; long afterwards; I saw that look subside; as it 
did now; into the lovely smile; with which she told me she had no 
fear for herself—I need have none for her—and parted from me by 
the name of Brother; and was gone! 

It was dark in the morning; when I got upon the coach at the 
inn door。 The day was just breaking when we were about to start; 
and then; as I sat thinking of her; came struggling up the coach 
side; through the mingled day and night; Uriah’s head。 

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‘Copperfield!’ said he; in a croaking whisper; as he hung by the 
iron on the roof; ‘I thought you’d be glad to hear before you went 
off; that there are no squares broke between us。 I’ve been into his 
room already; and we’ve made it all smooth。 Why; though I’m 
umble; I’m useful to him; you know; and he understands his 
interest when he isn’t in liquor! What an agreeable man he is; after 
all; Master Copperfield!’ 

I obliged myself to say that I was glad he had made his apology。 

‘Oh; to be sure!’ said Uriah。 ‘When a person’s umble; you know; 
what’s an apology? So easy! I say! I suppose;’ with a jerk; ‘you 
have sometimes plucked a pear before it was ripe; Master 
Copperfield?’ 

‘I suppose I have;’ I replied。 

‘I did that last night;’ said Uriah; ‘but it’ll ripen yet! It only 
wants attending to。 I can wait!’ 

Profuse in his farewells; he got down again as the coachman got 
up。 For anything I know; he was eating something to keep the raw 
morning air out; but he made motions with his mouth as if the 
pear were ripe already; and he were smacking his lips over it。 

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Chapter 40 

THE WANDERER 

We had a very serious conversation in Buckingham 
Street that night; about the domestic occurrences I 
have detailed in the last chapter。 My aunt was deeply 
interested in them; and walked up and down the room with her 
arms folded; for more than two hours afterwards。 Whenever she 
was particularly discomposed; she always performed one of these 
pedestrian feats; and the amount of her discomposure might 
always be estimated by the duration of her walk。 On this occasion 
she was so much disturbed in mind as to find it necessary to open 
the bedroom door; and make a course for herself; comprising the 
full extent of the bedrooms from wall to wall; and while Mr。 Dick 
and I sat quietly by the fire; she kept passing in and out; along this 
measured track; at an unchanging pace; with the regularity of a 
clock…pendulum。 

When my aunt and I were left to ourselves by Mr。 Dick’s going 
out to bed; I sat down to write my letter to the two old ladies。 By 
that time she was tired of walking; and sat by the fire with her 
dress tucked up as usual。 But instead of sitting in her usual 
manner; holding her glass upon her knee; she suffered it to stand 
neglected on the chimney…piece; and; resting her left elbow on her 
right arm; and her chin on her left hand; looked thoughtfully at 
me。 As often as I raised my eyes from what I was about; I met hers。 
‘I am in the lovingest of tempers; my dear;’ she would assure me 
with a nod; ‘but I am fidgeted and sorry!’ 

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I had been too busy to observe; until after she was gone to bed; 
that she had left her night…mixture; as she always called it; 
untasted on the chimney…piece。 She came to her door; with even 
more than her usual affection of manner; when I knocked to 
acquaint her with this discovery; but only said; ‘I have not the 
heart to take it; Trot; tonight;’ and shook her head; and went in 
again。 

She read my letter to the two old ladies; in the morning; and 
approved of it。 I posted it; and had nothing to do then; but wait; as 
patiently as I could; for the reply。 I was still in this state of 
expectation; and had been; for nearly a week; when I left the 
Doctor’s one snowy night; to

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