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regretted my aunts thousand pounds more than ever.
in a variety of places, and seen a deal of foreign country. We
I had been writing, in the newspaper and elsewhere, so
it was. Perhaps you know, Miss Trotwood, that there is never a
elsewhere by the yellow daylight straying down a windsail or a
He was full of eloquence. He gave us to understand that in our
I am now about to cast my lot among strangers; and I am also aware
and thatll cheer her up a bit, he said. Sit ye down by the
bleak prospects, which appeared, to the best of my judgement, to be
frightened eyes and saw whose it was, she made but one more effort
fought his way on to it, dashed at it in a fainting state, and
some one master motive in everybody, and to try all actions by one
Dora was to write to Agnes who was not to mind her letters being
any vacancy that may arise in the Cathedral corps.
beg that gentleman, if he has it in his power, to inform that young
I fully agree with Miss Betsey Trotwood, and should be only too
we saw the Doctor before he saw us, sitting at his table, among the
never been encouraged to walk about the tablecloth during dinner.
I am aware, my dear Mr. Copperfield, pursued Mrs. Micawber, that
chests, and bundles, and barrels, and heaps of miscellaneous
himself, from one who knew him when the twins were yet
cry, which was audible even above the wind and water, rose from the
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calling an Italian-iron, a bedstead. But we cant expect a

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