? ? ? ? 'For God's sake, my dear Doctor,' said Mr. Wickfield again laying his irresolute hand upon the Doctor's arm, 'don't attach too much weight to any suspicions I may have entertained.'
? ? ? ? 'There!' cried Uriah, shaking his head. 'What a melancholy confirmation: ain't it? Him! Such an old friend! Bless your soul, when I was nothing but a clerk in his office, Copperfield, I've seen him twenty times, if I've seen him once, quite in a taking about it - quite put out, you know (and very proper in him as a father; I'm sure I can't blame him), to think that Miss Agnes was mixing herself up with what oughtn't to be.'
? ? ? ? 'My dear Strong,' said Mr. Wickfield in a tremulous voice, 'my good friend, I needn't tell you that it has been my vice to look for some one master motive in everybody, and to try all actions by one narrow test. I may have fallen into such doubts as I have had, through this mistake.'
? ? ? ? 'You have had doubts, Wickfield,' said the Doctor, without lifting up his head. 'You have had doubts.'
? ? ? ? 'Speak up, fellow-partner,' urged Uriah.
? ? ? ? 'I had, at one time, certainly,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'I - God forgive me - I thought YOU had.'
? ? ? ? 'No, no, no!' returned the Doctor, in a tone of most pathetic grief.
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