“keep yourself down.” I am very umble to the present moment, Master Copperfield, but I’ve got a little power!’

And he said all this — I knew, as I saw his face in the moonlight — that I might understand he was resolved to recompense himself by using his power.

I had never doubted his meanness, his craft and malice; but I fully comprehended now, for the first time, what a base, unrelenting, and revengeful spirit, must have been engendered by this early, and this long, suppression.

His account of himself was so far attended with an agreeable result, that it led to his withdrawing his hand in order that he might have another hug of himself under the chin. Once apart from him, I was determined to keep apart; and we walked