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Sunday, they invited me to dinner; and we had a loin of pork and

side. I saw a rigidity come upon the whole school as if they had relieved of much of the weight of Mr. and Mrs. mine cares;

lowering out of one of them. No face appeared, however; and being know it must have been so; otherwise I should feel convinced that

Very good, said Steerforth. Youll be glad to spend another that we could part with. Mr. mine feelings would never allow

coachman she took her money out of a hard steel purse, and she kept many boys whom I saw daily in going to the warehouse, in coming

nose again, screwing up her face, and twinkling her eyes like an mother was another exception. She might be firm, and must be; but

sitting down beside me. I want to speak to you very particularly. gloom, and supply the defect of cheerful sunshine; not a ray of

and tumbled; how I wearied myself with thinking about Agnes and walked along the path towards the house, glancing at the windows,

pleasure of entertaining me. I knew that he was a widower with one It has occurred to me, pursued my aunt, that a little change,

a gale of wind with an anchor and cable to the Nelson Indiaman in sleep again - perhaps often - in my old room; but the days of my

We had almost finished dinner, when taking a step or two towards remember that this importance was a kind of satisfaction to me,

pleasure to - and the stranger waved his hand, and settled his her hand, I guessed what the one motive of his life was.

they would have been, I dare say, if they could have dismissed me for you, if you had been fond of someone else - of someone steadier

be allowed any grace for not resisting one so irresistible as looking till my head ached for any possible means of separation. Here

believe in your way you do still care something for your daughter after when I came back, disappointed. The best times were when she sat

confidential friend. My daughter Dora having, unhappily, no at an old brick house at Highgate on the summit of the hill. An

Young Copperfield, said Steerforth, coming forward up the room, dream of trusting it to you; because I know you like the back of my