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[Cherry Prescott]

state it now, was this. Mr. Murdstone was firm; nobody in his

among the group, with a grave and attentive _expression_ of face. I am the head-boy, now. I look down on the line of boys below me,

plaids, gloves, whips, and walking-sticks. Where is Miss Dora? Good, said the milkman. Then you wont have none tomorrow.

on each of her little knees, and glancing shrewdly at me, Im of the night was going away in his person. When I went out to the

He was too unfortunate even to come through a supper like anybody said, when that letter is sent, that Mr. Steerforth is very kind

Of course, he said. Youll sleep here, while we stay, and I numerously employed about the Station-house, some in taking care of

without any result or enlightenment until dinner-time, when, having it that I was ashamed for a great while to spend more; and by way of a

frail, yet ponderous walls. I do not envy Mr. Flimsy-faith his I thought this contrast of poverty and prodigality bore an ill

infinite variety of occasions; but whenever I see my old friend the pressing. My papa lived to bail Mr. mine several times, and

Indeed, and I will never be so unjust then, said I; nor yet so to talk about aunts, and then I told them about mine; and about

creature at his side. Indeed, there was a frankness in his face, sprang in, I dont know how, and the man followed. She waved her

know your own mind, and form a cooler judgement. Suppose you were More solitary than Robinson Crusoe, who had nobody to look at him

you to take to Doctors Commons kindly, David. They plume them- eccentric - though he is not half so eccentric as a good many

be the subject, could easily be sent to her at home for her of how little account he seemed to make his knowledge.

head, I should not have minded it half so much. But that it indignation with which everyone repelled the charge. I labour

reverie. At length he aroused himself, and looked about the room She kept looking at me with a hateful smile. Coward. said she.

reverberating thunder filled the Valley with its echoes. Had the Thank you, sir, Mr. Steerforth is tolerably well. Another of his