David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 42 Page 9

said Uriah. ‘One of your fine gentlemen he was! I was very meek and umble — and I am. But I didn’t like that sort of thing — and I don’t!’

He left off scraping his chin, and sucked in his cheeks until they seemed to meet inside; keeping his sidelong glance upon me all the while.

‘She is one of your lovely women, she is,’ he pursued, when he had slowly restored his face to its natural form; ‘and ready to be no friend to such as me, I know.

She’s just the person as would put my Agnes up to higher sort of game. Now, I ain’t one of your lady’s men, Master Copperfield; but I’ve had eyes in my ed, a pretty long time back. We umble ones have got eyes, mostly speaking — and we look out of