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Traddles only smiled, and shook his head (with his hair standing upright on the top of it), when I looked to him for an explanation; so I took out my watch, and, as a last resource, counted off the five minutes. My aunt, with her own watch in her hand, did the like. When the time was expired, Traddles gave her his arm; and we all went out together to the old house, without saying one word on the way. ¡¡¡¡We found Mr. Micawber at his desk, in the turret office on the ground floor, either writing, or pretending to write, hard.
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The large office-ruler was stuck into his waistcoat, and was not so well concealed but that a foot or more of that instrument protruded from his bosom, like a new kind of shirt-frill. ¡¡¡¡As it appeared to me that I was expected to speak, I said aloud: ¡¡¡¡'How do you do, Mr. Micawber?' ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Copperfield,' said Mr. Micawber, gravely, 'I hope I see you well?' ¡¡¡¡'Is Miss Wickfield at home?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Wickfield is unwell in bed, sir, of a rheumatic fever,' he returned; 'but Miss Wickfield, I have no doubt, will be happy to see old friends. Will you walk in, sir