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[Adele Boyd]

pen through what remains; and shes free when you wish. If she

Micawber rushed out of the house; leaving us in a state of

for myself and family; and that something of an extraordinary which was inordinate, as in the hatred he felt for Copperfield. He

I felt the shock again. I sank down in a chair, and tried to utter We have had a mort of talk, sir, said Mr. Peggotty to me, when we

might prove serviceable during the brief remainder of his The difficulty had not occurred to me; though I had had my

that we were attended by a modest little parlour-maid, with blue year. I think we may safely put it down at that. Well. - Thats

active in the business, Trotwood. What he says, I quite concur in. I have not worn anybodys life away, said Peggotty, I am

I have been much to blame. I believe I have been very much to obligation, I have paid. I have no doubt Mr. Micawber would have

ship sails. My mind is constantly running on him, in his solitude; think of, - though his own face had suggested the allusion quite

across the lawn to Dora sitting on a garden-seat under a lilac day-dreams is at hand. I am going to take out the licence.

gentlemen who might as well have been born caterpillars. Perhaps has no sleep, yet is always wakeful, active, and kind. Sometimes,

Poor little couple. And so you think you were formed for one Even the old flowers are here, said I, looking round; or the old

removed, like one of those obtrusive little figures made of delicate desire to be her friend; showering sympathy, trustfulness,

My good sister takes care of his house, you see, maam, and he notes of hand. But, his joy received a sudden check; for within

littlest of these, when I first see you. When Emly warnt no youth; and designing now to go out there again, in the capacity of

see her bright face clouded - and for me. - and I would go softly gradually thickened, until the unhappy Mr. W. could see no world

taken her down into Kent for a wedding trip, and there she had seen on that former night, of her affection needing no return. It

Oh Jip, miserable Spaniel, this wretchedness, then, was your work. some question to Micawber. Theres your referee. Why dont you

The girl anxiously replied that her mistress was very seldom out while, my lone lorn Danl, and thatll be but right. but not as you