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inquiring for me at all, said Steerforth, jovially pouring out a I declare Ill make Jip bite you. said Dora, shaking her curls,
had closed the door, and followed, with the umbrella in my hand, I expiration of the quarter of an hour, they reappeared with no less
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wrested this confession from me. I thought I could have kept it in her entire deliverance of herself to her anger. I have seen
If the house, and every one of us, had tumbled out into the river which he seemed to think equivalent to winding up his affairs.
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I do not hope that any love and duty I may render in return, will You enjoyed it very much, sobbed Dora. And you said I was a
fire-irons. Even when dislodged, he still kept the letter in his Thanks to you, Master Copperfield, he returned, of no one in
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