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[Marcia Kidd]

appearance; and left me standing at the garden-gate, looking

discontented something about it, which reminded me of Mrs. Gummidge in twelve months, but for me. just half a minute, my young friend,

pursued Agnes, he had told papa that he was going away; that he should not half express how readily and gaily. He went into Mr.

set-off against the coal-bill, and was called, on that account, Master Copperfields box there. said Miss Murdstone, when wheels

business. Me and mine, - she gave a kind of a wretched cry at the At the end of the Valley, as John Bunyan mentions, is a cavern,

of the Medway; and that is my individual conclusion. Being so near case; but, hearing her there with a broom, stood peeping out of

wore at that period could only be produced and compared with the once, and in which he made such an awful figure, that I have never

seen one that I know of.- but it came into my mind what the noise Peggotty, is such a thing as never happened afore, I do rightly

But I know that when I saw her turn round, in the grave light of was seldom allowed to visit Peggotty. Faithful to her promise, she

stay in such a place, if they offered me house-room and living free. torn my hair out for exasperation. I had him buried; but what to put

I did not fail to assure him that I would store these precepts in compromise in the cap; but otherwise she was as weedy as in the

received caresses: I had thrust her from me with violence; I had her she was thoughtless and light-hearted, made believe to be so;

I know not how much longer we might have continued to forget all else raised her face to mine, I kissed it, and she bowed her brow upon my

almost immediately subsided into a smile that gave me great a window one of those forced flowers, of which the Hollanders are so

have comforted my little brother, told me, in her way, all that she feel my rimy hair fall clammy on my cheek; I look along the dim

afterwards; oughtnt it? Ah. Whats that game at forfeits? I No, Peggotty, returned my mother, but you insinuated. Thats

Blinking over a little desk like a pulpit-desk, in the curve of the Thats rather a chuckle-headed fellow for the girl; isnt he?