David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 42 Page 48

he said, removing his hand from his cheek, ‘you have always gone against me.

I know you always used to be against me at Mr. Wickfield’s.’

‘You may think what you like,’ said I, still in a towering rage. ‘If it is not true, so much the worthier you.’

‘And yet I always liked you, Copperfield!’ he rejoined.

I deigned to make him no reply; and, taking up my hat, was going out to bed, when he came between me and the door.

‘Copperfield,’ he said, ‘there must be two parties to a quarrel.

I won’t be one.’

‘You may go to the devil!’ said I.