‘em.’

I endeavoured to appear unconscious and not disquieted, but, I saw in his face, with poor success.

‘Now, I’m not a-going to let myself be run down, Copperfield,’ he continued, raising that part of his countenance, where his red eyebrows would have been if he had had any, with malignant triumph, ‘and I shall do what I can to put a stop to this friendship.

I don’t approve of it. I don’t mind acknowledging to you that I’ve got rather a grudging disposition, and want to keep off all intruders. I ain’t a-going, if I know it, to run the risk of being plotted against.’

‘You are always plotting, and delude yourself into the belief that everybody else is doing the like, I think,’