David Copperfield . he sacred altar of friendship. I said I should be dehghted to see her. You are very good, 5aid Mr. Micawber. Mr. Micawber then smiled, settled his chin again, and lookedabout him. I have discovered my friend Copperfield, said Mr. Micawbergenteelly, and without addressing himself particularly to any one, not in solitude, but partaking of a social meal in company with awidow lady, and one who is apparently her offspring—in short, saidMr. Micawber, in another of his bursts of confidence, her son. Ishall esteem it an honor to be presented. I could do no less, under these circum
David Copperfield . he sacred altar of friendship. I said I should be dehghted to see her. You are very good, 5aid Mr. Micawber. Mr. Micawber then smiled, settled his chin again, and lookedabout him. I have discovered my friend Copperfield, said Mr. Micawbergenteelly, and without addressing himself particularly to any one, not in solitude, but partaking of a social meal in company with awidow lady, and one who is apparently her offspring—in short, saidMr. Micawber, in another of his bursts of confidence, her son. Ishall esteem it an honor to be presented. I could do no less, under these circumstances, than make known to Uriah Heep and his mother; which I accord-ingly did. As they abased themselves before him, Mr. Micawbertook a seat, and waved his hand in his most courtly manner. Any friend of my friend Copperfields, said Mr. Micawber, hasa personal claim upon myself. We are too umble, sir, said Mrs. Heep, my son and me, to bethe friends of Master Copperfield. He has been so good as to take. lwhary I -„.£F THE fffS/TK or iLLm /,. DAVID COPPERFIELD. 808 his tea with lis, and we are thankful to him for his : alsfto you, sir, for your notice. Maam, returned Mr. Micawber, with a }x)»v, you are veryol)]iging: and what are you doing, Copperlield ? Still in the winotrade ? I was excessively anxious to get Mr. Micawber away; and replied, my hat in my hand, and a very red face I have no doubt, thatI was a pupil at Dr. Strongs. A pupil f said Mr. Micawber, raising his eyebrows. I amextremely happy to hear it. Although a mind hke my friend Cop-perfields,—to Uriah and Mrs. Heep— does not require that culti-vation which, without his knowledfjfe of men and tliinop, it wouldrequire, still it is a rich soil teeming with latent vegetation—inshort, said Mr. Micawber, smiling, in another burst of confidence, it is an intellect capable of getting up the classics to any extent. Uriah, ^vith his long hands slowly twining over one another, madea ghastl
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