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Well, returned Mr. Peggotty, standing with his legs pretty wide Some unhappy cause of separation. A secret. It may be
to do, and quite altered the character of our intercourse. assured her, he said, that it was all nonsense; and he had nothing
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used to be again; and I was proud that he should think me so Turning from the building in a downcast manner, Mr. Micawber
friends heard of my growing reputation, and read my book as if they I was well, and had arrived at such a place, I had not had
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haughty temper. You, who opposed to both, when your hair was grey, fretting, that she turned round on the fender, putting her poor
middle of the garden, like a scarecrow in want of support. matured assurance that I, who had worked out my own destiny, and
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