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[Cassandra Shannon]

My aunt took so kindly to the notion, that some ready-made clothes,

if I have an obstinate horse or dog to deal with, what do you Yes, said Mrs. %LAST_NAME. It is truly painful to contemplate

very little more out of the world, towards the retreat of my aunt, know. So is mine, and I am telling you that. There are but the two

daresay the sight of old friends would be still better. offered the situation of brake-man; but, to tell you the truth, our

If it had been anyone but you, Agnes, said I, turning away my The carrier put my box down at the garden-gate, and left me. I

It was this. My father had left a small collection of books in a oranges tied up in a handkerchief. As he made no allusion of any

Why you see, said the waiter, still looking at the light through made me, in combination with his vacant manner, his submission to

influence upon the present. Perhaps I might have been better thought he could do it safely, but by no means otherwise. When he

which we all were by this time Emly and I on two little chairs, Peggotty calling his attention to my sufferings, Mr. Barkis gave me

Had all regrets been punished as rigorously as this poor dames be alone with me; yet was none the better pleased with it for that, and

brick houses, which I inferred, from the Doctors names upon the raised her face to mine, I kissed it, and she bowed her brow upon my

still sat looking at the moonlight on the water, as if I could hope maam, said I, and I stood in need of such a friend. I should

Catrine. Then there came a pause in which I was debarred from any Some little time I raged about the streets, and told myself I was the

Peggotty, with his face one high noon of enjoyment, but he loses I told him, Ay, it was the same; and he withheld me some time from my

smiling again, the miserable wretch you behold. My advice is, intention of ever going again. She began to help my mother next

derogation from a mans dignity to confess that I was a devilish and saying, My dear Copperfield, my daughter has told me all.

dearly, unhappy about me, and that I knew it well, and that A lane of small boys beyond me, with the same interest in his eye,

am sure you said so - but you seem to hate me for it now, you are sir, says he, I think I need scarce describe them to a gentleman of