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'It shall certainly be granted,' said Mr. Creakle. 'Thank you, sir! I am anxious about mother. I am afraid she ain't safe.' Somebody incautiously asked, what from? But there was a scandalized whisper of 'Hush!' 'Immortally safe, sir,' returned Uriah, writhing in the direction of the voice. 'I should wish mother to be got into my state. I never should have been got into my present state if I hadn't come here. I wish mother had come here. It would be better for everybody, if they got took up, and was brought here.' This sentiment gave unbounded satisfaction - greater satisfaction, I think, than anything that had passed yet. 'Before I come here,' said Uriah, stealing a look at us, as if he would have blighted the outer world to which we belonged, if he could, 'I was given to follies; but now I am sensible of my follies. There's a deal of sin outside. There's a deal of sin in mother. There's nothing but sin everywhere - except here.' 'You are quite changed?' said Mr. Creakle. 'Oh dear, yes, sir!' cried this hopeful penitent. 'You wouldn't relapse, if you were going out?' asked somebody else. 'Oh de-ar no, sir!' 'Well!' said Mr. Creakle, 'this is very gratifying. You have addressed Mr. Copperfield, Twenty Seven. Do you wish to say anything further to him?' 'You knew me, a long time before I came here and was changed, Mr. Copperfield,' said Uriah, looking at me; and a more villainous look I never saw, even on his visage. 'You knew me when, in spite of my follies, I was umble among them that was proud, and meek among them that was violent - you was violent to me yourself, Mr. Copperfield. Once, you struck me a blow in the face, you know.' General commiseration. Several indignant glances directed at me. 'But I forgive you, Mr. Copperfield,' said Uriah, making his |
