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David Copperfield&
Wickfield said. When I heard how he said it, and saw how he held&
her hand, I guessed what the one motive of his life was.&
She had a little basket-trifle hanging at her side,&
and she looked as staid and as discreet a housekeeper as the old&
house could have. She listened to her father as he told her about&
and when he had concluded, proposed to&
my aunt that we should go upstairs and see my room. We all went&
together, she before us: and a glorious old room it was, with more&
oak beams, and the broad balustrade going&
all the way up to it.&
I cannot call to mind where or when, in my childhood, I had&
seen a stained glass window in a church. Nor do I recollect its&
subject. But I know that when I saw her turn round, in the grave&
light of the old staircase, and wait for us, above, I thought of that&
and I associated something of its tranquil brightness with&
Agnes Wickfield ever afterwards.&
My aunt was as happy as I was, in the arrangement made for&
and we went down to the drawing-room again, well pleased&
and gratified. As she would not hear of staying to dinner, lest she&
should by any chance fail to arrive at home with the grey pony&
and as I apprehend Mr. Wickfield knew her too well&
to argu some lunch was provided for her&
there, and Agnes went back to her governess, and Mr. Wickfield to&
his office. So we were left to take leave of one another without any&
restraint.&
She told me that everything would be arranged for me by Mr.&
Wickfield, and that I should want for nothing, and gave me the&
kindest words and the best advice.&
‘Trot,’ said my aunt in conclusion, ‘be a credit to yourself, to me,&
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and Mr. Dick, and Heaven be with you!’&
I was greatly overcome, and could only thank her, again and&
again, and send my love to Mr. Dick.&
‘Never,’ said my aunt, ‘&
never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be&
hopeful of you.’&
I promised, as well as I could, that I would not abuse her&
kindness or forget her admonition.&
‘The pony’s at the door,’ said my aunt, ‘and I am off! Stay here.’&
With these words she embraced me hastily, and went out of the&
room, shutting the door after her. At first I was startled by so&
abrupt a departure, and almost feared I but&
when I looked into the street, and saw how dejectedly she got into&
the chaise, and drove away without looking up, I understood her&
better and did not do her that injustice.&
By five o’clock, which was Mr. Wickfield’s dinner-hour, I had&
mustered up my spirits again, and was ready for my knife and&
fork. The cloth was
but Agnes was waiting in&
the drawing-room before dinner, went down with her father, and&
sat opposite to him at table. I doubted whether he could have&
dined without her.&
We did not stay there, after dinner, but came upstairs into the&
drawing-room again: in one snug corner of which, Agnes set&
glasses for her father, and a decanter of port wine. I thought he&
would have missed its usual flavour, if it had been put there for&
him by any other hands.&
There he sat, taking his wine, and taking a good deal of it, for&
while Agnes played on the piano, worked, and talked to&
him and me. He was, for the most part, gay &
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but sometimes his eyes rested on her, and he fell into a brooding&
state, and was silent. She always observed this quickly, I thought,&
and always roused him with a question or caress. Then he came&
out of his meditation, and drank more wine.&
Agnes made the tea,
and the time passed&
away after it, as after dinner, u when her&
father took her in his arms and kissed her, and, she being gone,&
ordered candles in his office. Then I went to bed too.&
But in the course of the evening I had rambled down to the&
door, and a little way along the street, that I might have another&
peep at the old houses, and the grey C and might think of&
my coming through that old city on my journey, and of my passing&
the very house I lived in, without knowing it. As I came back, I saw&
Uriah Heep sh and feeling friendly towards&
everybody, went in and spoke to him, and at parting, gave him my&
hand. But oh, what a clammy hand his was! as ghostly to the touch&
as to the sight! I rubbed mine afterwards, to warm it, and to rub his&
It was such an uncomfortable hand, that, when I went to my&
room, it was still cold and wet upon my memory. Leaning out of&
the window, and seeing one of the faces on the beam-ends looking&
at me sideways, I fancied it was Uriah Heep got up there&
somehow, and shut him out in a hurry.&
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Chapter 16&
I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES THAN ONE&
Next morning, after breakfast, I entered on school life&
again. I went, accompanied by Mr. Wickfield, to the&
scene of my future studies—a grave building in a&
courtyard, with a learned air about it that seemed very well suited&
to the stray rooks and jackdaws who came down from the&
Cathedral towers to walk with a clerkly bearing on the grass-
plot—and was introduced to my new master, Doctor Strong.&
Doctor Strong looked almost as rusty, to my thinking, as the tall&
iron rails and gat and almost as stiff and&
heavy as the great stone urns that flanked them, and were set up,&
on the top of the red-brick wall, at regular distances all round the&
court, like sublimated skittles, for Time to play at. He was in his&
library (I mean Doctor Strong was), with his clothes not&
particularly well brushed, and his hair not particularly well&
his knee- his long black gaiters&
and his shoes yawning like two caverns on the&
hearth-rug. Turning upon me a lustreless eye, that reminded me&
of a long-forgotten blind old horse who once used to crop the&
grass, and tumble over the graves, in Blunderstone churchyard, he&
said he was glad to see me: and then which I&
didn’t know what to do with, as it did nothing for itself.&
But, sitting at work, not far from Doctor Strong, was a very&
pretty young lady—whom he called Annie, and who was his&
daughter, I supposed—who got me out of my difficulty by kneeling&
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down to put Doctor Strong’s shoes on, and button his gaiters,&
which she did with great cheerfulness and quickness. When she&
had finished, and we were going out to the schoolroom, I was&
much surprised to hear Mr. Wickfield, in bidding her good&
morning, address her as ‘Mrs. Strong’; and I was wondering could&
she be Doctor Strong’s son’s wife, or could she be Mrs. Doctor&
Strong, when Doctor Strong himself unconsciously enlightened&
‘By the by, Wickfield,’ he said, stopping in a passage with his&
‘you have not found any suitable provision&
for my wife’s cousin yet?’&
‘No,’ said Mr. Wickfield. ‘No. Not yet.’&
‘I could wish it done as soon as it can be done, Wickfield,’ said&
Doctor Strong, ‘for Jack Maldon is needy, and of those&
two bad things, worse things sometimes come. What does Doctor&
Watts say,’ he added, looking at me, and moving his head to the&
time of his quotation, ‘“Satan finds some mischief still, for idle&
hands to do.”’&
‘Egad, Doctor,’ returned Mr. Wickfield, ‘if Doctor Watts knew&
mankind, he might have written, with as much truth, “Satan finds&
some mischief still, for busy hands to do.” The busy people achieve&
their full share of mischief in the world, you may rely upon it.&
What have the people been about, who have been the busiest in&
getting money, and in getting power, this century or two? No&
mischief?’&
‘Jack Maldon will never be very busy in getting either, I expect,’&
said Doctor Strong, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.&
‘Perhaps not,’ said Mr. W ‘and you bring me back to the&
question, with an apology for digressing. No, I have not been able&
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to dispose of Mr. Jack Maldon yet. I believe,’ he said this with&
some hesitation, ‘I penetrate your motive, and it makes the thing&
more difficult.’&
‘My motive,’ returned Doctor Strong, ‘is to make some suitable&
provision for a cousin, and an old playfellow, of Annie’s.’&
‘Yes, I know,’ said Mr. W ‘at home or abroad.’&
‘Aye!’ replied the Doctor, apparently wondering why he&
emphasized those words so much. ‘At home or abroad.’&
‘Your own expression, you know,’ said Mr. Wickfield. ‘Or&
abroad.’&
‘Surely,’ the Doctor answered. ‘Surely. One or other.’&
‘One or other? Have you no choice?’ asked Mr. Wickfield.&
‘No,’ returned the Doctor.&
‘No?’ with astonishment.&
‘Not the least.’&
‘No motive,’ said Mr. Wickfield, ‘for meaning abroad, and not at&
‘No,’ returned the Doctor.&
‘I am bound to believe you, and of course I do believe you,’ said&
Mr. Wickfield. ‘It might have simplified my office very much, if I&
had known it before. But I confess I entertained another&
impression.’&
Doctor Strong regarded him with a puzzled and doubting look,&
which almost immediately subsided into a smile that gave me&
for it was full of amiability and sweetness,&
and there was a simplicity in it, and indeed in his whole manner,&
when the studious, pondering frost upon it was got through, very&
attractive and hopeful to a young scholar like me. Repeating ‘no’,&
and ‘not the least’, and other short assurances to the same&
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purport, Doctor Strong jogged on before us, at a queer, uneven&
and we followed: Mr. Wickfield, looking grave, I observed,&
and shaking his head to himself, without knowing that I saw him.&
The schoolroom was a pretty large hall, on the quietest side of&
the house, confronted by the stately stare of some half-dozen of&
the great urns, and commanding a peep of an old secluded garden&
belonging to the Doctor, where the peaches were ripening on the&
sunny south wall. There were two great aloes, in tubs, on the turf&
the broad hard leaves of which plant&
(looking as if they were made of painted tin) have ever since, by&
association, been symbolical to me of silence and retirement.&
About five-and-twenty boys were studiously engaged at their&
books when we went in, but they rose to give the Doctor good&
morning, and remained standing when they saw Mr. Wickfield and&
‘A new boy, young gentlemen,’ said the D ‘Trotwood&
Copperfield.’&
One Adams, who was the head-boy, then stepped out of his&
place and welcomed me. He looked like a young clergyman, in his&
white cravat, but he was very affable and good- and he&
showed me my place, and presented me to the masters, in a&
gentlemanly way that would have put me at my ease, if anything&
It seemed to me so long, however, since I had been among such&
boys, or among any companions of my own age, except Mick&
Walker and Mealy Potatoes, that I felt as strange as ever I have&
done in my life. I was so conscious of having passed through&
scenes of which they could have no knowledge, and of having&
acquired experiences foreign to my age, appearance, and&
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condition as one of them, that I half believed it was an imposture&
to come there as an ordinary little schoolboy. I had become, in the&
Murdstone and Grinby time, however short or long it may have&
been, so unused to the sports and games of boys, that I knew I was&
awkward and inexperienced in the commonest things belonging to&
them. Whatever I had learnt, had so slipped away from me in the&
sordid cares of my life from day to night, that now, when I was&
examined about what I knew, I knew nothing, and was put into the&
lowest form of the school. But, troubled as I was, by my want of&
boyish skill, and of book-learning too, I was made infinitely more&
uncomfortable by the consideration, that, in what I did know, I&
was much farther removed from my companions than in what I&
did not. My mind ran upon what they would think, if they knew of&
my familiar acquaintance with the King’s Bench Prison? Was&
there anything about me which would reveal my proceedings in&
connexion with the Micawber family—all those pawnings, and&
sellings, and suppers—in spite of myself? Suppose some of the&
boys had seen me coming through Canterbury, wayworn and&
ragged, and should find me out? What would they say, who made&
so light of money, if they could know how I had scraped my&
halfpence together, for the purchase of my daily saveloy and beer,&
or my slices of pudding? How would it affect them, who were so&
innocent of London life, and London streets, to discover how&
knowing I was (and was ashamed to be) in some of the meanest&
phases of both? All this ran in my head so much, on that first day&
at Doctor Strong’s, that I felt distrustful of my slightest look and&
shrunk within myself whensoever I was approached by&
and hurried off the minute school&
was over, afraid of committing myself in my response to any&
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friendly notice or advance.&
But there was such an influence in Mr. Wickfield’s old house,&
that when I knocked at it, with my new school-books under my&
arm, I began to feel my uneasiness softening away. As I went up to&
my airy old room, the grave shadow of the staircase seemed to fall&
upon my doubts and fears, and to make the past more indistinct. I&
sat there, sturdily conning my books, until dinner-time (we were&
out of school for good at three); and went down, hopeful of&
becoming a passable sort of boy yet.&
Agnes was in the drawing-room, waiting for her father, who was&
detained by someone in his office. She met me with her pleasant&
smile, and asked me how I liked the school. I told her I should like&
it very much, I but I was a little strange to it at first.&
‘You have never been to school,’ I said, ‘have you?’&
‘Oh yes! Every day.’&
‘Ah, but you mean here, at your own home?’&
‘Papa couldn’t spare me to go anywhere else,’ she answered,&
smiling and shaking her head. ‘His housekeeper must be in his&
house, you know.’&
‘He is very fond of you, I am sure,’ I said.&
She nodded ‘Yes,’ and went to the door to listen for his coming&
up, that she might meet him on the stairs. But, as he was not&
there, she came back again.&
‘Mama has been dead ever since I was born,’ she said, in her&
quiet way. ‘I only know her picture, downstairs. I saw you looking&
at it yesterday. Did you think whose it was?’&
I told her yes, because it was so like herself.&
‘Papa says so, too,’ said Agnes, pleased. ‘Hark! That’s papa&
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Her bright calm face lighted up with pleasure as she went to&
meet him, and as they came in, hand in hand. He greeted me&
and told me I should certainly be happy under Doctor&
Strong, who was one of the gentlest of men.&
‘There may be some, perhaps—I don’t know that there are—&
who abuse his kindness,’ said Mr. Wickfield. ‘Never be one of&
those, Trotwood, in anything. He is the least suspicious of&
and whether that’s a merit, or whether it’s a blemish, it&
deserves consideration in all dealings with the Doctor, great or&
He spoke, I thought, as if he were weary, or dissatisfied with&
but I did not pursue the question in my mind, for&
dinner was just then announced, and we went down and took the&
same seats as before.&
We had scarcely done so, when Uriah Heep put in his red head&
and his lank hand at the door, and said:&
‘Here’s Mr. Maldon begs the favour of a word, sir.’&
‘I am but this moment quit of Mr. Maldon,’ said his master.&
‘Yes, sir,’ returned U ‘but Mr. Maldon has come back, and&
he begs the favour of a word.’ As he held the door open with his&
hand, Uriah looked at me, and looked at Agnes, and looked at the&
dishes, and looked at the plates, and looked at every object in the&
room, I thought,—yet seeme he made such an&
appearance all the while of keeping his red eyes dutifully on his&
master. ‘I beg your pardon. It’s only to say, on reflection,’ observed&
a voice behind Uriah, as Uriah’s head was pushed away, and the&
speaker’s substituted—‘pray excuse me for this intrusion—that as&
it seems I have no choice in the matter, the sooner I go abroad the&
better. My cousin Annie did say, when we talked of it, that she&
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liked to have her friends within reach rather than to have them&
banished, and the old Doctor—’&
‘Doctor Strong, was that?’ Mr. Wickfield interposed, gravely.&
‘Doctor Strong, of course,’ ‘I call him the old&
D it’s all the same, you know.’&
‘I don’t know,’ returned Mr. Wickfield.&
‘Well, Doctor Strong,’ said the other—‘Doctor Strong was of the&
same mind, I believed. But as it appears from the course you take&
with me he has changed his mind, why there’s no more to be said,&
except that the sooner I am off, the better. Therefore, I thought I’d&
come back and say, that the sooner I am off the better. When a&
plunge is to be made into the water, it’s of no use lingering on the&
‘There shall be as little lingering as possible, in your case, Mr.&
Maldon, you may depend upon it,’ said Mr. Wickfield.&
‘Thank’ee,’ said the other. ‘Much obliged. I don’t want to look a&
gift-horse in the mouth, which is not a &
otherwise, I dare say, my cousin Annie could easily arrange it in&
her own way. I suppose Annie would only have to say to the old&
Doctor—’&
‘Meaning that Mrs. Strong would only have to say to her&
husband—do I follow you?’ said Mr. Wickfield.&
‘Quite so,’ returned the other, ‘—would only have to say, that&
she wanted such and such a t and it would be&
so and so, as a matter of course.’&
‘And why as a matter of course, Mr. Maldon?’ asked Mr.&
Wickfield, sedately eating his dinner.&
‘Why, because Annie’s a charming young girl, and the old&
Doctor—Doctor Strong, I mean—is not quite a charming young&
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boy,’ said Mr. Jack Maldon, laughing. ‘No offence to anybody, Mr.&
Wickfield. I only mean that I suppose some compensation is fair&
and reasonable in that sort of marriage.’&
‘Compensation to the lady, sir?’ asked Mr. Wickfield gravely.&
‘To the lady, sir,’ Mr. Jack Maldon answered, laughing. But&
appearing to remark that Mr. Wickfield went on with his dinner in&
the same sedate, immovable manner, and that there was no hope&
of making him relax a muscle of his face, he added: ‘However, I&
have said what I came to say, and, with another apology for this&
intrusion, I may take myself off. Of course I shall observe your&
directions, in considering the matter as one to be arranged&
between you and me solely, and not to be referred to, up at the&
Doctor’s.’&
‘Have you dined?’ asked Mr. Wickfield, with a motion of his&
hand towards the table.&
‘Thank’ee. I am going to dine,’ said Mr. Maldon, ‘with my&
cousin Annie. Good-bye!’&
Mr. Wickfield, without rising, looked after him thoughtfully as&
he went out. He was rather a shallow sort of young gentleman, I&
thought, with a handsome face, a rapid utterance, and a confident,&
bold air. And this was the first I ever saw of Mr. Jack M&
whom I had not expected to see so soon, when I heard the Doctor&
speak of him that morning.&
When we had dined, we went upstairs again, where everything&
went on exactly as on the previous day. Agnes set the glasses and&
decanters in the same corner, and Mr. Wickfield sat down to drink,&
and drank a good deal. Agnes played the piano to him, sat by him,&
and worked and talked, and played some games at dominoes with&
me. In go and afterwards, when I brought&
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down my books, looked into them, and showed me what she knew&
of them (which was no slight matter, though she said it was), and&
what was the best way to learn and understand them. I see her,&
with her modest, orderly, placid manner, and I hear her beautiful&
calm voice, as I write these words. The influence for all good,&
which she came to exercise over me at a later time, begins already&
to descend upon my breast. I love little Em’ly, and I don’t love&
Agnes—no, not at all in that way—but I feel that there are&
goodness, peace, and truth, wherever A and that the soft&
light of the coloured window in the church, seen long ago, falls on&
her always, and on me when I am near her, and on everything&
The time having come for her withdrawal for the night, and she&
having left us, I gave Mr. Wickfield my hand, preparatory to going&
away myself. But he checked me and said: ‘Should you like to stay&
with us, Trotwood, or to go elsewhere?’&
‘To stay,’ I answered, quickly.&
‘You are sure?’&
‘If you please. If I may!’&
‘Why, it’s but a dull life that we lead here, boy, I am afraid,’ he&
‘Not more dull for me than Agnes, sir. Not dull at all!’&
‘Than Agnes,’ he repeated, walking slowly to the great chimney-
piece, and leaning against it. ‘Than Agnes!’&
He had drank wine that evening (or I fancied it), until his eyes&
were bloodshot. Not that I could see them now, for they were cast&
down, an but I had noticed them a little&
while before.&
‘Now I wonder,’ he muttered, ‘whether my Agnes tires of me.&
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When should I ever tire of her! But that’s different, that’s quite&
different.’&
He was musing, so I remained quiet.&
‘A dull old house,’ he said, ‘a but I must&
have her near me. I must keep her near me. If the thought that I&
may die and leave my darling, or that my darling may die and&
leave me, comes like a spectre, to distress my happiest hours, and&
is only to be drowned in—’&
He did but pacing slowly to the place&
where he had sat, and mechanically going through the action of&
pouring wine from the empty decanter, set it down and paced&
back again.&
‘If it is miserable to bear, when she is here,’ he said, ‘what&
would it be, and she away? No, no, no. I cannot try that.’&
He leaned against the chimney-piece, brooding so long that I&
could not decide whether to run the risk of disturbing him by&
going, or to remain quietly where I was, until he should come out&
of his reverie. At length he aroused himself, and looked about the&
room until his eyes encountered mine.&
‘Stay with us, Trotwood, eh?’ he said in his usual manner, and&
as if he were answering something I had just said. ‘I am glad of it.&
You are company to us both. It is wholesome to have you here.&
Wholesome for me, wholesome for Agnes, wholesome perhaps for&
all of us.’&
‘I am sure it is for me, sir,’ I said. ‘I am so glad to be here.’&
‘That’s a fine fellow!’ said Mr. Wickfield. ‘As long as you are&
glad to be here, you shall stay here.’ He shook hands with me upon&
it, and cl and told me that when I had&
anything to do at night after Agnes had left us, or when I wished to&
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read for my own pleasure, I was free to come down to his room, if&
he were there and if I desired it for company’s sake, and to sit with&
him. I thanked him f and, as he went down&
soon afterwards, and I was not tired, went down too, with a book&
in my hand, to avail myself, for half-an-hour, of his permission.&
But, seeing a light in the little round office, and immediately&
feeling myself attracted towards Uriah Heep, who had a sort of&
fascination for me, I went in there instead. I found Uriah reading a&
great fat book, with such demonstrative attention, that his lank&
forefinger followed up every line as he read, and made clammy&
tracks along the page (or so I fully believed) like a snail.&
‘You are working late tonight, Uriah,’ says I.&
‘Yes, Master Copperfield,’ says Uriah.&
As I was getting on the stool opposite, to talk to him more&
conveniently, I observed that he had not such a thing as a smile&
about him, and that he could only widen his mouth and make two&
hard creases down his cheeks, one on each side, to stand for one.&
‘I am not doing office-work, Master Copperfield,’ said Uriah.&
‘What work, then?’ I asked.&
‘I am improving my legal knowledge, Master Copperfield,’ said&
Uriah. ‘I am going through Tidd’s Practice. Oh, what a writer Mr.&
Tidd is, Master Copperfield!’&
My stool was such a tower of observation, that as I watched him&
reading on again, after this rapturous exclamation, and following&
up the lines with his forefinger, I observed that his nostrils, which&
were thin and pointed, with sharp dints in them, had a singular&
and most uncomfortable way of expanding and contracting&
themselves—that they seemed to twinkle instead of his eyes,&
which hardly ever twinkled at all.&
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‘I suppose you are quite a great lawyer?’ I said, after looking at&
him for some time.&
‘Me, Master Copperfield?’ said Uriah. ‘Oh, no! I’m a very umble&
person.’&
It was no fancy of mine about his hands, I for he&
frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze&
them dry and warm, besides often wiping them, in a stealthy way,&
on his pocket-handkerchief.&
‘I am well aware that I am the umblest person going,’ said&
Uriah Heep, ‘let the other be where he may. My mother&
is likewise a very umble person. We live in a numble abode,&
Master Copperfield, but have much to be thankful for. My father’s&
former calling was umble. He was a sexton.’&
‘What is he now?’ I asked.&
‘He is a partaker of glory at present, Master Copperfield,’ said&
Uriah Heep. ‘But we have much to be thankful for. How much&
have I to be thankful for in living with Mr. Wickfield!’&
I asked Uriah if he had been with Mr. Wickfield long?&
‘I have been with him, going on four year, Master Copperfield,’&
said U shutting up his book, after carefully marking the place&
where he had left off. ‘Since a year after my father’s death. How&
much have I to be thankful for, in that! How much have I to be&
thankful for, in Mr. Wickfield’s kind intention to give me my&
articles, which would otherwise not lay within the umble means of&
mother and self!’&
‘Then, when your articled time is over, you’ll be a regular&
lawyer, I suppose?’ said I.&
‘With the blessing o
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