he　should　have　been　hiding　ever　since　（in　the　ground　or
  somewhere）；　is　the　most　extraordinary　thing！’
  ‘Has　he　been　hiding　ever　since？’　I　asked。
  ‘To　be　sure　he　has；’　retorted　Mr。　Dick；　nodding　his　head
  gravely。　‘Never　came　out；　till　last　night！　We　were　walking　last
  night；　and　he　came　up　behind　her　again；　and　I　knew　him　again。’
  ‘And　did　he　frighten　my　aunt　again？’
  ‘All　of　a　shiver；’　said　Mr。　Dick；　counterfeiting　that　affection　and
  making　his　teeth　chatter。　‘Held　by　the　palings。　Cried。　But；
  Trotwood；　come　here；’　getting　me　close　to　him；　that　he　might
  whisper　very　softly；　‘why　did　she　give　him　money；　boy；　in　the
  moonlight？’
  ‘He　was　a　beggar；　perhaps。’
  Mr。　Dick　shook　his　head；　as　utterly　renouncing　the　suggestion；
  and　having　replied　a　great　many　times；　and　with　great　confidence；
  ‘No　beggar；　no　beggar；　no　beggar；　sir！’　went　on　to　say；　that　from
  his　window　he　had　afterwards；　and　late　at　night；　seen　my　aunt　give
  this　person　money　outside　the　garden　rails　in　the　moonlight；　who
  then　slunk　away—into　the　ground　again；　as　he　thought　probable—
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  and　was　seen　no　more：　while　my　aunt　came　hurriedly　and　secretly
  back　into　the　house；　and　had；　even　that　morning；　been　quite
  different　from　her　usual　self；　which　preyed　on　Mr。　Dick’s　mind。
  I　had　not　the　least　belief；　in　the　outset　of　this　story；　that　the
  unknown　was　anything　but　a　delusion　of　Mr。　Dick’s；　and　one　of　the
  line　of　that　ill…fated　Prince　who　occasioned　him　so　much　difficulty；
  but　after　some　reflection　I　began　to　entertain　the　question　whether
  an　attempt；　or　threat　of　an　attempt；　might　have　been　twice　made
  to　take　poor　Mr。　Dick　himself　from　under　my　aunt’s　protection；
  and　whether　my　aunt；　the　strength　of　whose　kind　feeling　towards
  him　I　knew　from　herself；　might　have　been　induced　to　pay　a　price
  for　his　peace　and　quiet。　As　I　was　already　much　attached　to　Mr。
  Dick；　and　very　solicitous　for　his　welfare；　my　fears　favoured　this
  supposition；　and　for　a　long　time　his　Wednesday　hardly　ever　came
  round；　without　my　entertaining　a　misgiving　that　he　would　not　be
  on　the　coach…box　as　usual。　There　he　always　appeared；　however；
  grey…headed；　laughing；　and　happy；　and　he　never　had　anything
  more　to　tell　of　the　man　who　could　frighten　my　aunt。
  These　Wednesdays　were　the　happiest　days　of　Mr。　Dick’s　life；
  they　were　far　from　being　the　least　happy　of　mine。　He　soon　became
  known　to　every　boy　in　the　school；　and　though　he　never　took　an
  active　part　in　any　game　but　kite…flying；　was　as　deeply　interested　in
  all　our　sports　as　anyone　among　us。　How　often　have　I　seen　him；
  intent　upon　a　match　at　marbles　or　pegtop；　looking　on　with　a　face
  of　unutterable　interest；　and　hardly　breathing　at　the　critical　times！
  How　often；　at　hare　and　hounds；　have　I　seen　him　mounted　on　a
  little　knoll；　cheering　the　whole　field　on　to　action；　and　waving　his
  hat　above　his　grey　head；　oblivious　of　King　Charles　the　Martyr’s
  head；　and　all　belonging　to　it！　How　many　a　summer　hour　have　I
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  known　to　be　but　blissful　minutes　to　him　in　the　cricket…field！　How
  many　winter　days　have　I　seen　him；　standing　blue…nosed；　in　the
  snow　and　east　wind；　looking　at　the　boys　going　down　the　long　slide；
  and　clapping　his　worsted　gloves　in　rapture！
  He　was　an　universal　favourite；　and　his　ingenuity　in　little　things
  was　transcendent。　He　could　cut　oranges　into　such　devices　as　none
  of　us　had　an　idea　of。　He　could　make　a　boat　out　of　anything；　from　a
  skewer　upwards。　He　could　turn　cramp…bones　into　chessmen；
  fashion　Roman　chariots　from　old　court　cards；　make　spoked　wheels
  out　of　cotton　reels；　and　bird…cages　of　old　wire。　But　he　was　greatest
  of　all；　perhaps；　in　the　articles　of　string　and　straw；　with　which　we
  were　all　persuaded　he　could　do　anything　that　could　be　done　by
  hands。
  Mr。　Dick’s　renown　was　not　long　confined　to　us。　After　a　few
  Wednesdays；　Doctor　Strong　himself　made　some　inquiries　of　me
  about　him；　and　I　told　him　all　my　aunt　had　told　me；　which
  interested　the　Doctor　so　much　that　he　requested；　on　the　occasion
  of　his　next　visit；　to　be　presented　to　him。　This　ceremony　I
  performed；　and　the　Doctor　begging　Mr。　Dick；　whensoever　he
  should　not　find　me　at　the　coach　office；　to　come　on　there；　and　rest
  himself　until　our　morning’s　work　was　over；　it　soon　passed　into　a
  custom　for　Mr。　Dick　to　come　on　as　a　matter　of　course；　and；　if　we
  were　a　little　late；　as　often　happened　on　a　Wednesday；　to　walk
  about　the　courtyard；　waiting　for　me。　Here　he　made　the
  acquaintance　of　the　Doctor’s　beautiful　young　wife　（paler　than
  formerly；　all　this　time；　more　rarely　seen　by　me　or　anyone；　I　think；
  and　not　so　gay；　but　not　less　beautiful）；　and　so　became　more　and
  more　familiar　by　degrees；　until；　at　last；　he　would　come　into　the
  school　and　wait。　He　always　sat　in　a　particular　corner；　on　a
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  particular　stool；　which　was　called　‘Dick’；　after　him；　here　he　would
  sit；　with　his　grey　head　bent　forward；　attentively　listening　to
  whatever　might　be　going　on；　with　a　profound　veneration　for　the
  learning　he　had　never　been　able　to　acquire。
  This　veneration　Mr。　Dick　extended　to　the　Doctor；　whom　he
  thought　the　most　subtle　and　accomplished　philosopher　of　any　age。
  It　was　long　before　Mr。　Dick　ever　spoke　to　him　otherwise　than
  bareheaded；　and　even　when　he　and　the　Doctor　had　struck　up
  quite　a　friendship；　and　would　walk　together　by　the　hour；　on　that
  side　of　the　courtyard　which　was　known　among　us　as　The　Doctor’s
  Walk；　Mr。　Dick　would　pull　off　his　hat　at　intervals　to　show　his
  respect　for　wisdom　and　knowledge。　How　it　ever　came　about　that
  the　Doctor　began　to　read　out　scraps　of　the　famous　Dictionary；　in
  these　walks；　I　never　knew；　perhaps　he　felt　it　all　the　same；　at　first；
  as　reading　to　himself。　However；　it　passed　into　a　custom　too；　and
  Mr。　Dick；　listening　with　a　face　shining　with　pride　and　pleasure；　in
  his　heart　of　hearts　believed　the　Dictionary　to　be　the　most
  delightful　book　in　the　world。
  As　I　think　of　them　going　up　and　down　before　those　schoolroom
  windows—the　Doctor　reading　with　his　complacent　smile；　an
  occasional　flourish　of　the　manuscript；　or　grave　motion　of　his　head；
  and　Mr。　Dick　listening；　enchained　by　interest；　with　his　poor　wits
  calmly　wandering　God　knows　where；　upon　the　wings　of　hard
  words—I　think　of　it　as　one　of　the　pleasantest　things；　in　a　quiet
  way；　that　I　have　ever　seen。　I　feel　as　if　they　might　go　walking　to　and
  fro　for　ever；　and　the　world　might　somehow　be　the　better　for　it—as
  if　a　thousand　things　it　makes　a　noise　about；　were　not　one　half　so
  good　for　it；　or　me。
  Agnes　was　one　of　Mr。　Dick’s　friends；　very　soon；　and　in　often
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  coming　to　the　house；　he　made　acquaintance　with　Uriah。　The
  friendship　between　himself　and　me　increased　continually；　and　it
  was　maintained　on　this　odd　footing：　that；　while　Mr。　Dick　came
  professedly　to　look　after　me　as　my　guardian；　he　always　consulted
  me　in　any　little　matter　of　doubt　that　arose；　and　invariably　guided
  himself　by　my　advice；　not　only　having　a　high　respect　for　my　native
  sagacity；　but　considering　that　I　inherited　a　good　deal　from　my
  aunt。
  One　Thursday　morning；　when　I　was　about　to　walk　with　Mr。
  Dick　from　the　hotel　to　the　coach　office　before　going　back　to　school
  （for　we　had　an　hour’s　school　before　breakfast）；　I　met　Uriah　in　the
  street；　who　reminded　me　of　the　promise　I　had　made　to　take　tea
  with　himself　and　his　mother：　adding；　with　a　writhe；　‘But　I　didn’t
  expect　you　to　keep　it；　Master　Copperfield；　we’re　so　very　umble。’
  I　really　had　not　yet　been　able　to　make　up　my　mind　whether　I
  liked　Uriah　or　detested　him；　and　I　was　very　doubtful　about　it　still；
  as　I　stood　looking　him　in　the　face　in　the　street。　But　I　felt　it　quite　an
  affront　to　be　supposed　proud；　and　said　I　only　wanted　to　be　asked。
  ‘Oh；　if　that’s　all；　Master　Copperfield；’　said　Uriah；　‘and　it　really
  isn’t　our　umbleness　that　prevents　you；　will　you　come　this　evening？
  But　if　it　is　our　umbleness；　I　hope　you　won’t　mind　owning　to　it；
  Master　Copperfield；　for　we　are　well　aware　of　our　condition。’
  I　said　I　would　mention　it　to　Mr。　Wickfield；　and　if　he　approved；
  as　I　had　no　doubt　he　would；　I　would　come　with　pleasure。　So；　at　six
  o’clock　that　evening；　which　was　one　of　the　early　office　evenings；　I
  announced　myself　as　ready；　to　Uriah。
  ‘Mother　will　be　proud；　indeed；’　he　said；　as　we　walked　away
  together。　‘Or　she　would　be　proud；　if　it　wasn’t　sinful；　Master
  Copperfield。’
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  ‘Yet　you　didn’t　mind　supposing　I　was　proud　this　morning；’　I
  returned。
  ‘Oh　dear；　no；　Master　Copperfield！’　returned　Uriah。　‘Oh；　believe
  me；　no！　Such　a　thought　never　came　into　my　head！　I　shouldn’t　have
  deemed　it　at　all　proud　if　you　had　thought　us　too　umble　for　you。
  Because　we　are　so　very　umble。’
  ‘Have　you　been　studying　much　law　lately？’　I　asked；　to　change
  the　subject。
  ‘Oh；　Master　Copperfield；’　he　said；　with　an　air　of　self…denial；　‘my
  reading　is　hardly　to　be　called