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¡¡¡¡He took the hand which I dared not withhold, and having given it a damp squeeze, referred to his pale-faced watch. ¡¡¡¡'Dear me!' he said, 'it's past one. The moments slip away so, in the confidence of old times, Master Copperfield, that it's almost half past one!' ¡¡¡¡I answered that I had thought it was later. Not that I had really thought so, but because my conversational powers were effectually scattered. ¡¡¡¡'Dear me!' he said, considering. 'The ouse that I am stopping at - a sort of a private hotel and boarding ouse, Master Copperfield, near the New River ed - will have gone to bed these two hours.' ¡¡¡¡'I am sorry,' I returned, '
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that there is only one bed here, and that I -' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, don't think of mentioning beds, Master Copperfield!' he rejoined ecstatically, drawing up one leg. 'But would you have any objections to my laying down before the fire?' ¡¡¡¡'If it comes to that,' I said, 'pray take my bed, and I'll lie down before the fire.' ¡¡¡¡His repudiation of this offer was almost shrill enough, in the excess of its surprise and humility, to have penetrated to the ears of Mrs. Crupp, then sleeping, I suppose, in a distant chamber, situated at about the level of low-water mark, soothed in her slumbers by the ticking of an incorrigible clock, to which she always referred me when we had any little difference on the score of punctuality, and which