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'He was a brute to you, Traddles,' said I, indignantly; for his good humour made me feel as if I had seen him beaten but yesterday. ¡¡¡¡'Do you think so?' returned Traddles. 'Really? Perhaps he was rather. But it's all over, a long while. Old Creakle!' ¡¡¡¡'You were brought up by an uncle, then?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Of course I was!' said Traddles. 'The one I was always going to write to. And always didn't, eh! Ha, ha, ha! Yes, I had an uncle then. He died soon after I left school.
¡¡¡'Indeed!' ¡¡¡¡'Yes. He was a retired - what do you call it! - draper - cloth-merchant - and had made me his heir. But he didn't like me when I grew up.' ¡¡¡¡'Do you really mean that?' said I. He was so composed, that I fancied he must have some other meaning'Oh dear, yes, Copperfield! I mean it,' replied Traddles. 'It was an unfortunate thing, but he didn't like me at all. He said I wasn't at all what he expected, and so he married his housekeeper.' ¡¡¡¡'And what did you do?' I asked.