? ? ? ? 'Won't you?' said he, constrained by the pain of his cheek to put his hand there. 'Perhaps you won't be able to help it. Isn't this ungrateful of you, now?'
? ? ? ? 'I have shown you often enough,' said I, 'that I despise you. I have shown you now, more plainly, that I do. Why should I dread your doing your worst to all about you? What else do you ever do?'
? ? ? ? He perfectly understood this allusion to the considerations that had hitherto restrained me in my communications with him. I rather think that neither the blow, nor the allusion, would have escaped me, but for the assurance I had had from Agnes that night. It is no matter.
? ? ? ? There was another long pause. His eyes, as he looked at me, seemed to take every shade of colour that could make eyes ugly.
? ? ? ? 'Copperfield,' he said, removing his hand from his cheek, 'you have always gone against me. I know you always used to be against me at Mr. Wickfield's.'
? ? ? ? 'You may think what you like,' said I, still in a towering rage. 'If it is not true, so much the worthier you.'
? ? ? ? 'And yet I always liked you, Copperfield!' he rejoined.
? ? ? ? I deigned to make him no reply; and, taking up my hat, was going out to bed, when he came between me and the door.
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