2013年5月24日星期五
ArticleTitle#7213
He directed his eyes at me in that sidelong glance again, and he
made his face very lantern-jawed, for the greater convenience of
scraping, as he answered:
‘Oh dear, I am not referring to the Doctor! Oh no, poor man! I
mean Mr. Maldon!’
My heart quite died within me. All my old doubts and
apprehensions on that subject, all the Doctor’s happiness and
peace, all the mingled possibilities of innocence and compromise,
that I could not unravel, I saw, in a moment, at the mercy of this
fellow’s twisting.
‘He never could come into the office, without ordering and
shoving me about,’ said Uriah. ‘One of your fine gentlemen he
was! I was very meek and umble—and I am. But I didn’t like that
sort of thing—and I don’t!’
He left off scraping his chin, and sucked in his cheeks until they
seemed to meet inside; keeping his sidelong glance upon me all
the while.
‘She is one of your lovely women, she is,’ he pursued, when he
had slowly restored his face to its natural form; ‘and ready to be no
friend to such as me, I know. She’s just the person as would put
my Agnes up to higher sort of game. Now, I ain’t one of your lady’s
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