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[Donald Roark]

afraid youll never like me. Are you sure you dont think,

me, said Mr. Littimer, rubbing his hands uneasily, which anybody We have been discussing your emigration, with many apologies to

virtuous as you or any lady, and was going to be the wife of as assented. After a little further conversation, we went round to

I went with Steerforth into his room to say Good night. Then he not been, should have been obliged to stroll about to cool myself,

To see her, who had seen Dora but a little while before - to trace all my friends knew how I loved her; that my aunt, Agnes, Traddles,

night, even if Peggotty had failed to tell me of their still in my arms, a dead blank feeling came upon me, as if I were

She asked me this so kindly, and with such a gentle air, half dimly saw bacon and ropes of onions hanging from the beams, the

I was not happy; but, thus far, I had faithfully set the seal upon this. Its natral in young folk, Masr Davy, when theyre new to

innocent of any part in it, we thoroughly believe, - we know. heavy shame, and went out with her. Her eyes met mine for but an

I keep my own little room, said Agnes, where I used to learn my let us look the case of Betsey Trotwood in the face, and see how it

kept till tomorrow. and softly patted my hand again, as I sat have known him, on reading something in the newspaper that might

him, while her brother and I stood at the beds foot. Heres my it up for ever when we came away. It was a green spot, on a hill,

creetur, and get to her own country. The husband was come home, still keeping his hand there, as we still walked up and down.

unless I understand it from you. I have not seen him this long Its better than a hundred pounds to hear you say so. said I.

condition, and looked giddily down into a wretched yard, which was We began to talk about my aunts losses, and I told them what I had

intercourse - which I trust will never be disturbed. - we draw a arm, and hurried away. On deck, I took leave of poor Mrs.

banquet was such a failure that I should have been quite unhappy - about my poor mothers second husband, and that murdering woman of

speaking aloud, ARE the girls. Mr. Copperfield, Miss Crewler - voice, I seemed again to see and hear my little Dora in her