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I nodded at him, and he nodded back again. ¡¡¡¡'In short, boy,' said Mr. Dick, dropping his voice to a whisper, 'I am simple.' ¡¡¡¡I would have qualified that conclusion, but he stopped me. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, I am! She pretends I am not. She won't hear of it; but I am. I know I am. If she hadn't stood my friend, sir, I should have been shut up, to lead a dismal life these many years. But I'll provide for her! I never spend the copying money. I put it in a box.

I have made a will. I'll leave it all to her. She shall be rich - noble!' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Dick took out his pocket-handkerchief, and wiped his eyes. He then folded it up with great care, pressed it smooth between his two hands, put it in his pocket, and seemed to put my aunt away with it. ¡¡¡¡'Now you are a scholar, Trotwood,' said Mr. Dick. 'You are a fine scholar. You know what a learned man, what a great man, the Doctor is. You know what