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Wickfield and Heep

           ‘WhatIhavecomedowntobe,sinceIfirstsawyouinthishouse!Iwasonmydownwardwaythen,butthedreary,drearyroadIhavetraversedsince!Weakindulgencehasruinedme.Indulgenceinremembrance,andindulgenceinforgetfulness.Mynaturalgriefformychild’smotherturnedtodisease;mynaturalloveformychildturnedtodisease.IhaveinfectedeverythingItouched.IhavebroughtmiseryonwhatIdearlylove,Iknowyouknow!IthoughtitpossiblethatIcouldtrulyloveonecreatureintheworld,andnotlovetherest;IthoughtitpossiblethatIcouldtrulymournforonecreaturegoneoutoftheworld,andnothavesomepartinthegriefofallwhomourned.Thusthelessonsofmylifehavebeenperverted!Ihavepreyedonmyownmorbidcowardheart,andithaspreyedonme.Sordidinmygrief,sordidinmylove,sordidinmymiserableescapefromthedarkersideofboth,ohseetheruinIam,andhateme,shunme!’

           Hedroppedintoachair,andweaklysobbed.Theexcitementintowhichhehadbeenrousedwasleavinghim.Uriahcameoutofhiscorner.

           ‘Idon’tknowallIhavedone,inmyfatuity,’saidMr.Wickfield,puttingouthishands,asiftodeprecatemycondemnation.‘Heknowsbest,’meaningUriahHeep,‘forhehasalwaysbeenatmyelbow,whisperingme.Youseethemillstonethatheisaboutmyneck.Youfindhiminmyhouse,youfindhiminmybusiness.Youheardhim,butalittletimeago.

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