want　of；　into　the　road：　which　not　only　made　it　rank　and　sloppy；　but
  untidy　too；　on　account　of　the　cabbage…leaves。　The　refuse　was　not
  wholly　vegetable　either；　for　I　myself　saw　a　shoe；　a　doubled…up
  saucepan；　a　black　bonnet；　and　an　umbrella；　in　various　stages　of
  decomposition；　as　I　was　looking　out　for　the　number　I　wanted。
  The　general　air　of　the　place　reminded　me　forcibly　of　the　days
  when　I　lived　with　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Micawber。　An　indescribable
  character　of　faded　gentility　that　attached　to　the　house　I　sought；
  and　made　it　unlike　all　the　other　houses　in　the　street—though　they
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  were　all　built　on　one　monotonous　pattern；　and　looked　like　the
  early　copies　of　a　blundering　boy　who　was　learning　to　make　houses；
  and　had　not　yet　got　out　of　his　cramped　brick…and…mortar
  pothooks—reminded　me　still　more　of　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Micawber。
  Happening　to　arrive　at　the　door　as　it　was　opened　to　the　afternoon
  milkman；　I　was　reminded　of　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Micawber　more　forcibly
  yet。
  ‘Now；’　said　the　milkman　to　a　very　youthful　servant　girl。　‘Has
  that　there　little　bill　of　mine　been　heerd　on？’
  ‘Oh；　master　says　he’ll　attend　to　it　immediate；’　was　the　reply。
  ‘Because；’　said　the　milkman；　going　on　as　if　he　had　received　no
  answer；　and　speaking；　as　I　judged　from　his　tone；　rather　for　the
  edification　of　somebody　within　the　house；　than　of　the　youthful
  servant—an　impression　which　was　strengthened　by　his　manner　of
  glaring　down　the　passage—‘because　that　there　little　bill　has　been
  running　so　long；　that　I　begin　to　believe　it’s　run　away　altogether；
  and　never　won’t　be　heerd　of。　Now；　I’m　not　a　going　to　stand　it；　you
  know！’　said　the　milkman；　still　throwing　his　voice　into　the　house；
  and　glaring　down　the　passage。
  As　to　his　dealing　in　the　mild　article　of　milk；　by　the　by；　there
  never　was　a　greater　anomaly。　His　deportment　would　have　been
  fierce　in　a　butcher　or　a　brandy…merchant。
  The　voice　of　the　youthful　servant　became　faint；　but　she　seemed
  to　me；　from　the　action　of　her　lips；　again　to　murmur　that　it　would
  be　attended　to　immediate。
  ‘I　tell　you　what；’　said　the　milkman；　looking　hard　at　her　for　the
  first　time；　and　taking　her　by　the　chin；　‘are　you　fond　of　milk？’
  ‘Yes；　I　likes　it；’　she　replied。　‘Good；’　said　the　milkman。　‘Then　you
  won’t　have　none　tomorrow。　D’ye　hear？　Not　a　fragment　of　milk　you
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  won’t　have　tomorrow。’
  I　thought　she　seemed；　upon　the　whole；　relieved　by　the　prospect
  of　having　any　today。　The　milkman；　after　shaking　his　head　at　her
  darkly；　released　her　chin；　and　with　anything　rather　than　good…will
  opened　his　can；　and　deposited　the　usual　quantity　in　the　family　jug。
  This　done；　he　went　away；　muttering；　and　uttered　the　cry　of　his
  trade　next　door；　in　a　vindictive　shriek。
  ‘Does　Mr。　Traddles　live　here？’　I　then　inquired。
  A　mysterious　voice　from　the　end　of　the　passage　replied　‘Yes。’
  Upon　which　the　youthful　servant　replied　‘Yes。’
  ‘Is　he　at　home？’　said　I。
  Again　the　mysterious　voice　replied　in　the　affirmative；　and　again
  the　servant　echoed　it。　Upon　this；　I　walked　in；　and　in　pursuance　of
  the　servant’s　directions　walked　upstairs；　conscious；　as　I　passed　the
  back　parlour…door；　that　I　was　surveyed　by　a　mysterious　eye；
  probably　belonging　to　the　mysterious　voice。
  When　I　got　to　the　top　of　the　stairs—the　house　was　only　a　story
  high　above　the　ground　floor—Traddles　was　on　the　landing　to　meet
  me。　He　was　delighted　to　see　me；　and　gave　me　welcome；　with　great
  heartiness；　to　his　little　room。　It　was　in　the　front　of　the　house；　and
  extremely　neat；　though　sparely　furnished。　It　was　his　only　room；　I
  saw；　for　there　was　a　sofa…bedstead　in　it；　and　his　blacking…brushes
  and　blacking　were　among　his　books—on　the　top　shelf；　behind　a
  dictionary。　His　table　was　covered　with　papers；　and　he　was　hard　at
  work　in　an　old　coat。　I　looked　at　nothing；　that　I　know　of；　but　I　saw
  everything；　even　to　the　prospect　of　a　church　upon　his　china
  inkstand；　as　I　sat　down—and　this；　too；　was　a　faculty　confirmed　in
  me　in　the　old　Micawber　times。　Various　ingenious　arrangements　he
  had　made；　for　the　disguise　of　his　chest　of　drawers；　and　the
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  accommodation　of　his　boots；　his　shaving…glass；　and　so　forth；
  particularly　impressed　themselves　upon　me；　as　evidences　of　the
  same　Traddles　who　used　to　make　models　of　elephants’　dens　in
  writing…paper　to　put　flies　in；　and　to　comfort　himself　under　ill
  usage；　with　the　memorable　works　of　art　I　have　so　often　mentioned。
  In　a　corner　of　the　room　was　something　neatly　covered　up　with　a
  large　white　cloth。　I　could　not　make　out　what　that　was。
  ‘Traddles；’　said　I；　shaking　hands　with　him　again；　after　I　had　sat
  down；　‘I　am　delighted　to　see　you。’
  ‘I　am　delighted　to　see　you；　Copperfield；’　he　returned。　‘I　am　very
  glad　indeed　to　see　you。　It　was　because　I　was　thoroughly　glad　to　see
  you　when　we　met　in　Ely　Place；　and　was　sure　you　were　thoroughly
  glad　to　see　me；　that　I　gave　you　this　address　instead　of　my　address
  at　chambers。’
  ‘Oh！　You　have　chambers？’　said　I。
  ‘Why；　I　have　the　fourth　of　a　room　and　a　passage；　and　the　fourth
  of　a　clerk；’　returned　Traddles。　‘Three　others　and　myself　unite　to
  have　a　set　of　chambers—to　look　business…like—and　we　quarter　the
  clerk　too。　Half…a…crown　a　week　he　costs　me。’
  His　old　simple　character　and　good　temper；　and　something　of　his
  old　unlucky　fortune　also；　I　thought；　smiled　at　me　in　the　smile　with
  which　he　made　this　explanation。
  ‘It’s　not　because　I　have　the　least　pride；　Copperfield；　you
  understand；’　said　Traddles；　‘that　I　don’t　usually　give　my　address
  here。　It’s　only　on　account　of　those　who　come　to　me；　who　might　not
  like　to　come　here。　For　myself；　I　am　fighting　my　way　on　in　the
  world　against　difficulties；　and　it　would　be　ridiculous　if　I　made　a
  pretence　of　doing　anything　else。’
  ‘You　are　reading　for　the　bar；　Mr。　Waterbrook　informed　me？’
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  said　I。
  ‘Why；　yes；’　said　Traddles；　rubbing　his　hands　slowly　over　one
  another。　‘I　am　reading　for　the　bar。　The　fact　is；　I　have　just　begun　to
  keep　my　terms；　after　rather　a　long　delay。　It’s　some　time　since　I　was
  articled；　but　the　payment　of　that　hundred　pounds　was　a　great　pull。
  A　great　pull！’　said　Traddles；　with　a　wince；　as　if　he　had　had　a　tooth
  out。
  ‘Do　you　know　what　I　can’t　help　thinking　of；　Traddles；　as　I　sit
  here　looking　at　you？’　I　asked　him。
  ‘No；’　said　he。
  ‘That　sky…blue　suit　you　used　to　wear。’
  ‘Lord；　to　be　sure！’　cried　Traddles；　laughing。　‘Tight　in　the　arms
  and　legs；　you　know？　Dear　me！　Well！　Those　were　happy　times；
  weren’t　they？’
  ‘I　think　our　schoolmaster　might　have　made　them　happier；
  without　doing　any　harm　to　any　of　us；　I　acknowledge；’　I　returned。
  ‘Perhaps　he　might；’　said　Traddles。　‘But　dear　me；　there　was　a
  good　deal　of　fun　going　on。　Do　you　remember　the　nights　in　the
  bedroom？　When　we　used　to　have　the　suppers？　And　when　you
  used　to　tell　the　stories？　Ha；　ha；　ha！　And　do　you　remember　when　I
  got　caned　for　crying　about　Mr。　Mell？　Old　Creakle！　I　should　like　to
  see　him　again；　too！’
  ‘He　was　a　brute　to　you；　Traddles；’　said　I；　indignantly；　for　his
  good　humour　made　me　feel　as　if　I　had　seen　him　beaten　but
  yesterday。
  ‘Do　you　think　so？’　returned　Traddles。　‘Really？　Perhaps　he　was
  rather。　But　it’s　all　over；　a　long　while。　Old　Creakle！’
  ‘You　were　brought　up　by　an　uncle；　then？’　said　I。
  ‘Of　course　I　was！’　said　Traddles。　‘The　one　I　was　always　going　to
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  write　to。　And　always　didn’t；　eh！　Ha；　ha；　ha！　Yes；　I　had　an　uncle
  then。　He　died　soon　after　I　left　school。’
  ‘Indeed！’
  ‘Yes。　He　was　a　retired—what　do　you　call　it！—draper—clothmerchant—and　had　made　me　his　heir。　But　he　didn’t　like　me　when
  I　grew　up。’
  ‘Do　you　really　mean　that？’　said　I。　He　was　so　composed；　that　I
  fancied　he　must　have　some　other　meaning。
  ‘Oh　dear；　yes；　Copperfield！　I　mean　it；’　replied　Traddles。　‘It　was
  an　unfortunate　thing；　but　he　didn’t　like　me　at　all。　He　said　I　wasn’t
  at　all　what　he　expected；　and　so　he　married　his　housekeeper。’
  ‘And　what　did　you　do？’　I　asked。
  ‘I　didn’t　do　anything　in　particular；’　said　Traddles。　‘I　lived　with
  them；　waiting　to　be　put　out　in　the　world；　until　his　gout
  unfortunately　flew　to　his　stomach—and　so　he　died；　and　so　she
  married　a　young　man；　and　so　I　wasn’t　provided　for。’
  ‘Did　you　get　nothing；　Traddles；　after　all？’
  ‘Oh　dear；　yes！’　said　Traddles。　‘I　got　fifty　pounds。　I　had　never
  been　brought　up　to　any　profession；　and　at　first　I　was　at　a　loss　what
  to　do　for　myself。　However；　I　began；　with　the　assistance　of　the　son
  of　a　professional　man；　who　had　been　to　Salem　House—Yawler；
  with　his　nose　on　one　side。　Do　you　recollect　him？’
  No。　He　had　not　been　there　with　me；　all　the　noses　were　straight
  in　my　day。
  ‘It　don’t　matter；’　said　Traddles。　‘I　began；　by　means　of　his
  assistance；　to　copy　law　writings。　That　didn’t　answer　very　well；　and
  then　I　beg