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Good and Bad Angels

           

           Agneslaughedagainatherownpenetration,andtoldmethatifIwerefaithfultoherinmyconfidenceshethoughtsheshouldkeepalittleregisterofmyviolentattachments,withthedate,duration,andterminationofeach,likethetableofthereignsofthekingsandqueens,intheHistoryofEngland.ThensheaskedmeifIhadseenUriah.

           ‘UriahHeep?’saidI.‘No.IsheinLondon?’

           ‘Hecomestotheofficedownstairs,everyday,’returnedAgnes.‘HewasinLondonaweekbeforeme.Iamafraidondisagreeablebusiness,Trotwood.’

           ‘Onsomebusinessthatmakesyouuneasy,Agnes,Isee,’saidI.‘Whatcanthatbe?’

           Agneslaidasideherwork,andreplied,foldingherhandsupononeanother,andlookingpensivelyatmeoutofthosebeautifulsofteyesofhers:

           ‘Ibelieveheisgoingtoenterintopartnershipwithpapa.’

           ‘What?Uriah?Thatmean,fawningfellow,wormhimselfintosuchpromotion!’Icried,indignantly.‘Haveyoumadenoremonstranceaboutit,Agnes?Considerwhataconnexionitislikelytobe.Youmustspeakout.Youmustnotallowyourfathertotakesuchamadstep.Youmustpreventit,Agnes,whilethere’stime.

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