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¡¡¡¡I looked for Mr. Traddles with unusual interest. He was a sober, steady-looking young man of retiring manners, with a comic head of hair, and eyes that were rather wide open; and he got into an obscure corner so soon, that I had some difficulty in making him out. At length I had a good view of him, and either my vision deceived me, or it was the old unfortunate Tommy. ¡¡¡¡I made my way to Mr. Waterbrook, and said, that I believed I had the pleasure of seeing an old schoolfellow there. ¡¡¡¡'Indeed!' said Mr. Waterbrook, surprised. 'You are too young to have been at school with Mr. Henry Spiker?' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, I don't mean him!' I returned. 'I mean the gentleman named Traddles.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh! Aye, aye! Indeed!' said my host, with much diminished interest. 'Possibly.' ¡¡¡¡'If it's really
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oil paintingthe same person,' said I, glancing towards him, 'it was at a place called Salem House where we were together, and he was an excellent fellow.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh yes. Traddles is a good fellow,' returned my host nodding his head with an air of toleration. 'Traddles is quite a good fellow.' ¡¡¡¡'It's a curious coincidence,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'It is really,' returned my host, 'quite a coincidence, that Traddles should be here at all: as Traddles was only invited this morning, when the place at table, intended to be occupied by Mrs. Henry Spiker's brother, became vacant, in consequence of his indisposition. A very gentlemanly man, Mrs. Henry Spiker's brother, Mr. Copperfield.' ¡¡¡¡I murmured an assent, which was full of feeling, considering that I knew nothing at all about him; and I inquired what Mr. Traddles was by profession. ¡¡¡¡'Traddles,' returned Mr. Waterbrook, 'is a young man reading for the bar. Yes. He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.'