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After the delivery of this communication, which he shot out of himself as if he were loaded with it, Mr. Dick sat down with greater gravity than usual, and looked at me. ¡¡¡¡'Now, boy,' said Mr. Dick, 'I am going to put a question to you.' ¡¡¡¡'As many as you please,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'What do you consider me, sir?' asked Mr. Dick, folding his arms. ¡¡¡¡'A dear old friend,' said I. 'Thank you, Trotwood,' returned Mr. Dick, laughing, and reaching across in high glee to shake hands with me. 'But I mean, boy,' resuming his gravity, 'what do you consider me in this respect?' touching his
¡¡'Weak?' said Mr. Dick. ¡¡¡¡'Well,' I replied, dubiously. 'Rather so.' 'Exactly!' cried Mr. Dick, who seemed quite enchanted by my reply. 'That is, Trotwood, when they took some of the trouble out of you-know-who's head, and put it you know where, there was a -' Mr. Dick made his two hands revolve very fast about each other a great number of times, and then brought them into collision, and rolled them over and over one another, to express confusion. 'There was that sort of thing done to me somehow. Eh?'