that　it　seems　to　rain　blessings　on　my　ed。　You　have　heard
  something；　I　des…say；　of　a　change　in　my　expectations；　Master
  Copperfield；—I　should　say；　Mister　Copperfield？’
  As　he　sat　on　my　sofa；　with　his　long　knees　drawn　up　under　his
  coffee…cup；　his　hat　and　gloves　upon　the　ground　close　to　him；　his
  spoon　going　softly　round　and　round；　his　shadowless　red　eyes；
  which　looked　as　if　they　had　scorched　their　lashes　off；　turned
  towards　me　without　looking　at　me；　the　disagreeable　dints　I　have
  formerly　described　in　his　nostrils　coming　and　going　with　his
  breath；　and　a　snaky　undulation　pervading　his　frame　from　his　chin
  to　his　boots；　I　decided　in　my　own　mind　that　I　disliked　him
  intensely。　It　made　me　very　uncomfortable　to　have　him　for　a　guest；
  for　I　was　young　then；　and　unused　to　disguise　what　I　so　strongly
  felt。
  ‘You　have　heard　something；　I　des…say；　of　a　change　in　my
  expectations；　Master　Copperfield；—I　should　say；　Mister
  Copperfield？’　observed　Uriah。
  ‘Yes；’　said　I；　‘something。’
  ‘Ah！　I　thought　Miss　Agnes　would　know　of　it！’　he　quietly
  returned。　‘I’m　glad　to　find　Miss　Agnes　knows　of　it。　Oh；　thank　you；
  Master—Mister　Copperfield！’
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  I　could　have　thrown　my　bootjack　at　him　（it　lay　ready　on　the
  rug）；　for　having　entrapped　me　into　the　disclosure　of　anything
  concerning　Agnes；　however　immaterial。　But　I　only　drank　my
  coffee。
  ‘What　a　prophet　you　have　shown　yourself；　Mister　Copperfield！’
  pursued　Uriah。　‘Dear　me；　what　a　prophet　you　have　proved
  yourself　to　be！　Don’t　you　remember　saying　to　me　once；　that
  perhaps　I　should　be　a　partner　in　Mr。　Wickfield’s　business；　and
  perhaps　it　might　be　Wickfield　and　Heep？　You　may　not　recollect　it；
  but　when　a　person　is　umble；　Master　Copperfield；　a　person
  treasures　such　things　up！’
  ‘I　recollect　talking　about　it；’　said　I；　‘though　I　certainly　did　not
  think　it　very　likely　then。’
  ‘Oh！　who　would　have　thought　it　likely；　Mister　Copperfield！’
  returned　Uriah；　enthusiastically。　‘I　am　sure　I　didn’t　myself。　I
  recollect　saying　with　my　own　lips　that　I　was　much　too　umble。　So　I
  considered　myself　really　and　truly。’
  He　sat；　with　that　carved　grin　on　his　face；　looking　at　the　fire；　as　I
  looked　at　him。
  ‘But　the　umblest　persons；　Master　Copperfield；’　he　presently
  resumed；　‘may　be　the　instruments　of　good。　I　am　glad　to　think　I
  have　been　the　instrument　of　good　to　Mr。　Wickfield；　and　that　I　may
  be　more　so。　Oh　what　a　worthy　man　he　is；　Mister　Copperfield；　but
  how　imprudent　he　has　been！’
  ‘I　am　sorry　to　hear　it；’　said　I。　I　could　not　help　adding；　rather
  pointedly；　‘on　all　accounts。’
  ‘Decidedly　so；　Mister　Copperfield；’　replied　Uriah。　‘On　all
  accounts。　Miss　Agnes’s　above　all！　You　don’t　remember　your　own
  eloquent　expressions；　Master　Copperfield；　but　I　remember　how
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  you　said　one　day　that　everybody　must　admire　her；　and　how　I
  thanked　you　for　it！　You　have　forgot　that；　I　have　no　doubt；　Master
  Copperfield？’
  ‘No；’　said　I；　drily。
  ‘Oh　how　glad　I　am　you　have　not！’　exclaimed　Uriah。　‘To　think
  that　you　should　be　the　first　to　kindle　the　sparks　of　ambition　in　my
  umble　breast；　and　that　you’ve　not　forgot　it！　Oh！—Would　you
  excuse　me　asking　for　a　cup　more　coffee？’
  Something　in　the　emphasis　he　laid　upon　the　kindling　of　those
  sparks；　and　something　in　the　glance　he　directed　at　me　as　he　said　it；
  had　made　me　start　as　if　I　had　seen　him　illuminated　by　a　blaze　of
  light。　Recalled　by　his　request；　preferred　in　quite　another　tone　of
  voice；　I　did　the　honours　of　the　shaving…pot；　but　I　did　them　with　an
  unsteadiness　of　hand；　a　sudden　sense　of　being　no　match　for　him；
  and　a　perplexed　suspicious　anxiety　as　to　what　he　might　be　going　to
  say　next；　which　I　felt　could　not　escape　his　observation。
  He　said　nothing　at　all。　He　stirred　his　coffee　round　and　round；　he
  sipped　it；　he　felt　his　chin　softly　with　his　grisly　hand；　he　looked　at
  the　fire；　he　looked　about　the　room；　he　gasped　rather　than　smiled　at
  me；　he　writhed　and　undulated　about；　in　his　deferential　servility；　he
  stirred　and　sipped　again；　but　he　left　the　renewal　of　the
  conversation　to　me。
  ‘So；　Mr。　Wickfield；’　said　I；　at　last；　‘who　is　worth　five　hundred　of
  you—or　me’；　for　my　life；　I　think；　I　could　not　have　helped　dividing
  that　part　of　the　sentence　with　an　awkward　jerk；　‘has　been
  imprudent；　has　he；　Mr。　Heep？’
  ‘Oh；　very　imprudent　indeed；　Master　Copperfield；’　returned
  Uriah；　sighing　modestly。　‘Oh；　very　much　so！　But　I　wish　you’d　call
  me　Uriah；　if　you　please。　It’s　like　old　times。’
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  ‘Well！　Uriah；’　said　I；　bolting　it　out　with　some　difficulty。
  ‘Thank　you；’　he　returned；　with　fervour。　‘Thank　you；　Master
  Copperfield！　It’s　like　the　blowing　of　old　breezes　or　the　ringing　of
  old　bellses　to　hear　you　say　Uriah。　I　beg　your　pardon。　Was　I　making
  any　observation？’
  ‘About　Mr。　Wickfield；’　I　suggested。
  ‘Oh！　Yes；　truly；’　said　Uriah。　‘Ah！　Great　imprudence；　Master
  Copperfield。　It’s　a　topic　that　I　wouldn’t　touch　upon；　to　any　soul　but
  you。　Even　to　you　I　can　only　touch　upon　it；　and　no　more。　If　anyone
  else　had　been　in　my　place　during　the　last　few　years；　by　this　time　he
  would　have　had　Mr。　Wickfield　（oh；　what　a　worthy　man　he　is；
  Master　Copperfield；　too！）　under　his　thumb。　Un—der—his　thumb；’
  said　Uriah；　very　slowly；　as　he　stretched　out　his　cruel…looking　hand
  above　my　table；　and　pressed　his　own　thumb　upon　it；　until　it　shook；
  and　shook　the　room。
  If　I　had　been　obliged　to　look　at　him　with　him　splay　foot　on　Mr。
  Wickfield’s　head；　I　think　I　could　scarcely　have　hated　him　more。
  ‘Oh；　dear；　yes；　Master　Copperfield；’　he　proceeded；　in　a　soft
  voice；　most　remarkably　contrasting　with　the　action　of　his　thumb；
  which　did　not　diminish　its　hard　pressure　in　the　least　degree；
  ‘there’s　no　doubt　of　it。　There　would　have　been　loss；　disgrace；　I
  don’t　know　what　at　all。　Mr。　Wickfield　knows　it。　I　am　the　umble
  instrument　of　umbly　serving　him；　and　he　puts　me　on　an　eminence
  I　hardly　could　have　hoped　to　reach。　How　thankful　should　I　be！’
  With　his　face　turned　towards　me；　as　he　finished；　but　without
  looking　at　me；　he　took　his　crooked　thumb　off　the　spot　where　he
  had　planted　it；　and　slowly　and　thoughtfully　scraped　his　lank　jaw
  with　it；　as　if　he　were　shaving　himself。
  I　recollect　well　how　indignantly　my　heart　beat；　as　I　saw　his
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  crafty　face；　with　the　appropriately　red　light　of　the　fire　upon　it；
  preparing　for　something　else。
  ‘Master　Copperfield；’　he　began—‘but　am　I　keeping　you　up？’
  ‘You　are　not　keeping　me　up。　I　generally　go　to　bed　late。’
  ‘Thank　you；　Master　Copperfield！　I　have　risen　from　my　umble
  station　since　first　you　used　to　address　me；　it　is　true；　but　I　am
  umble　still。　I　hope　I　never　shall　be　otherwise　than　umble。　You　will
  not　think　the　worse　of　my　umbleness；　if　I　make　a　little　confidence
  to　you；　Master　Copperfield？　Will　you？’
  ‘Oh　no；’　said　I；　with　an　effort。
  ‘Thank　you！’　He　took　out　his　pocket…handkerchief；　and　began
  wiping　the　palms　of　his　hands。　‘Miss　Agnes；　Master　Copperfield—’
  ‘Well；　Uriah？’
  ‘Oh；　how　pleasant　to　be　called　Uriah；　spontaneously！’　he　cried；
  and　gave　himself　a　jerk；　like　a　convulsive　fish。　‘You　thought　her
  looking　very　beautiful　tonight；　Master　Copperfield？’
  ‘I　thought　her　looking　as　she　always　does：　superior；　in　all
  respects；　to　everyone　around　her；’　I　returned。
  ‘Oh；　thank　you！　It’s　so　true！’　he　cried。　‘Oh；　thank　you　very　much
  for　that！’
  ‘Not　at　all；’　I　said；　loftily。　‘There　is　no　reason　why　you　should
  thank　me。’
  ‘Why　that；　Master　Copperfield；’　said　Uriah；　‘is；　in　fact；　the
  confidence　that　I　am　going　to　take　the　liberty　of　reposing。　Umble
  as　I　am；’　he　wiped　his　hands　harder；　and　looked　at　them　and　at　the
  fire　by　turns；　’umble　as　my　mother　is；　and　lowly　as　our　poor　but
  honest　roof　has　ever　been；　the　image　of　Miss　Agnes　（I　don’t　mind
  trusting　you　with　my　secret；　Master　Copperfield；　for　I　have　always
  overflowed　towards　you　since　the　first　moment　I　had　the　pleasure
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  of　beholding　you　in　a　pony…shay）　has　been　in　my　breast　for　years。
  Oh；　Master　Copperfield；　with　what　a　pure　affection　do　I　love　the
  ground　my　Agnes　walks　on！’
  I　believe　I　had　a　delirious　idea　of　seizing　the　red…hot　poker　out
  of　the　fire；　and　running　him　through　with　it。　It　went　from　me　with
  a　shock；　like　a　ball　fired　from　a　rifle：　but　the　image　of　Agnes；
  outraged　by　so　much　as　a　thought　of　this　red…headed　animal’s；
  remained　in　my　mind　when　I　looked　at　him；　sitting　all　awry　as　if
  his　mean　soul　griped　his　body；　and　made　me　giddy。　He　seemed　to
  swell　and　grow　before　my　eyes；　the　room　seemed　full　of　the　echoes
  of　his　voice；　and　the　strange　feeling　（to　which；　perhaps；　no　one　is
  quite　a　stranger）　that　all　this　had　occurred　before；　at　some
  indefinite　time；　and　that　I　knew　what　he　was　going　to　say　next；
  took　possession　of　me。
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