Wednesday, December 19, 2007

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isn't money makes the man: it's - I am really unequal with my umble powers to express what it is,' said Uriah, with a fawning jerk, 'but it isn't money!' ¡¡¡¡Here he shook hands with me: not in the common way, but standing at a good distance from me, and lifting my hand up and down like a pump handle, that he was a little afraid of. ¡¡¡¡'And how do you think we are looking, Master Copperfield, - I should say, Mister?' fawned Uriah. 'Don't you find Mr. Wickfield blooming, sir? Years don't tell much in our firm, Master Copperfield, except in raising up the umble, namely,
oil painting mother and self - and in developing,' he added, as an afterthought, 'the beautiful, namely, Miss Agnes.' ¡¡¡¡He jerked himself about, after this compliment, in such an intolerable manner, that my aunt, who had sat looking straight at him, lost all patience. ¡¡¡¡'Deuce take the man!' said my aunt, sternly, 'what's he about? Don't be galvanic, sir!' ¡¡¡¡'I ask your pardon, Miss Trotwood,' returned Uriah; 'I'm aware you're nervous.'

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