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I Assist at an Explosion

           Wehavebeenmadequiteuneasybythepooraccountswehavehadofherstate,lately,Idoassureyou.’

           Ifeltashamedtolethimtakemyhand,butIdidnotknowyetwhatelsetodo.

           ‘Thingsarechangedinthisoffice,MissTrotwood,sinceIwasanumbleclerk,andheldyourpony;ain’tthey?’saidUriah,withhissickliestsmile.‘ButIamnotchanged,MissTrotwood.’

           ‘Well,sir,’returnedmyaunt,‘totellyouthetruth,Ithinkyouareprettyconstanttothepromiseofyouryouth;ifthat’sanysatisfactiontoyou.’

           ‘Thankyou,MissTrotwood,’saidUriah,writhinginhisungainlymanner,‘foryourgoodopinion!Micawber,tell‘emtoletMissAgnesknowandmother.Motherwillbequiteinastate,whensheseesthepresentcompany!’saidUriah,settingchairs.

           ‘Youarenotbusy,Mr.Heep?’saidTraddles,whoseeyethecunningredeyeaccidentallycaught,asitatoncescrutinizedandevadedus.

           ‘No,Mr.Traddles,’repliedUriah,resuminghisofficialseat,andsqueezinghisbonyhands,laidpalmtopalmbetweenhisbonyknees.‘NotsomuchsoasIcouldwish.Butlawyers,sharks,andleeches,arenoteasilysatisfied,youknow!NotbutwhatmyselfandMicawberhaveourhandsprettyfull,ingeneral,onaccountofMr.Wickfield’sbeinghardlyfitforanyoccupation,sir.Butit’sapleasureaswellasaduty,Iamsure,toworkforhim.You’venotbeenintimatewithMr.Wickfield,Ithink,Mr.

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