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Mr. Micawber, with his hand upon the ruler in his breast, stood erect before the door, most unmistakably contemplating one of his fellow-men, and that man his employer. What are you waiting for? said Uriah. Micawber! did you hear me tell you not to wait? Yes! replied the immovable Mr. Micawber. Then why do you wait? said Uriah. Because Iin short choose, replied Mr. Micawber, with a burst. Uriahs cheeks lost colour, and an unwholesome paleness, still faintly tinged by his pervading red, overspread them. He looked at Mr. Micawber attentively, with his whole face breathing short and quick in every feature. You are a dissipated fellow, as all the world knows, he said, with an effort at a smile, and Im afraid youll oblige me to get rid of you. Go along! Ill talk to you presently. If there is a scoundrel on this earth, said Mr. Micawber, suddenly breaking out again with the utmost vehemence, with whom I have already talked too much, that scoundrels name isHeep! Uriah fell back, as if he had been struck or stung. Looking slowly round upon us with the darkest and wickedest expression that his face could wear, he said, in a lower voice Oho! This is a conspiracy! You have met here, by appointment! You are playing Booty with my clerk, are you, Copperfield? Now, take care. Youll make nothing of this. We understand each other, you and me. Theres no love between us. You were always a puppy with a proud stomach, from your first coming here; and you envy me my rise, do you? None of your plots against me; Ill counterplot you! Micawber, you be off. Ill talk to you presently. Mr. Micawber, said I, there is a sudden change in this fellow, in more respects than the extraordinary one of his speaking the truth in one particular, which assures me that he is brought to bay. Deal with him as he deserves! You are a precious set of people, aint you? said Uriah, in the same low voice, and breaking out into a clammy heat, which he wiped from his forehead, with his long lean hand, to buy over my clerk, who is the very scum of society,as you yourself were, Copperfield, you know it, before any one had charity on you,to defame me with his lies? Miss Trotwood, you had better stop this; or Ill stop your husband shorter than will be pleasant to you. I wont know your story professionally for nothing, old lady! Miss Wickfield, if you have any love for your father, you had better not join that gang. Ill ruin him, if you do. Now, come! I have got some of you under the harrow. Think twice, before it goes over you. Think twice, you, Micawber, if you dont want to be crushed. I recommend you to take yourself off, and be talked to presently, you fool! while theres time to retreat. Wheres mother? he said, suddenly appearing to notice, with alarm, the absence of Traddles, and pulling down the bell-rope. Fine doings in a persons own house! Mrs. Heep is here, Sir, said Traddles, returning with that worthy mother of a worthy son. I have taken the liberty of making myself known to her. Who are you to make yourself known? retorted Uriah. And what do you want here? I am the agent and friend of Mr. Wickfield, Sir, said Traddles, in a composed business-like way. And I have a power of attorney from him in my pocket, to act for him in all matters. The old ass has drunk himself into a state of dotage, said Uriah, turning uglier than before, and it has been got from him by fraud! |
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