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[Ethel Carlson]

its contents, as far as I could see, - and returned it to him.

darkly at the Sheriff s Officer who had effected the capture. On

which he had been roused was leaving him. Uriah came out of his more so, by the stipulation of implicit confidence which I beg to

looked drunk; or to the further blockade of Traddles by wandering to my face that you love my daughter, Mr. Copperfield.

your profession really so engaging and interesting as to absorb Thank you, Trotwood, returned Mr. Dick, laughing, and reaching

Read it, sir, he said, in a low shivering voice. Slow, please. I glanced about the room, which had had its sanded floor sanded, no

angelic _expression_, I was conscious presently of the evil eye I dont think, Trotwood, returned Agnes, raising her soft eyes to

took such a long walk up and down our rooms that night, while I was out of your time, my dear, you should want any to set you up and

If Sophy were your clerk, now, Traddles, she would have enough to individual, to decline pursuing a subject which has lashed me to

your happiness. If you can ever give me help, rely upon it I will me that crowning service. Miss Mills accepted this trust, too; but

again, you know. I thought you a broken toy that had lasted its manner, he had sat idly beating on the lump of coal with the poker.

thanked us both, by saying, with a simplicity and honesty I had triumphs. It appeared to me, on looking over the tradesmens

What it cost me to make this proposal, nobody knows. It was like lips, and showered salt rain upon us. The water was out, over

the storm without, tossed up the depths of my memory and made a render any voluntary service in that direction - which I regret to

He showed it to me. It was a town on the Upper Rhine. He had I never had the happiness of seeing my father, I observed.

upright. It gave him a surprised look - not to say a hearth-broomy Peggotty took the light from the window, trimmed it, put it on the

lodger, a member of the Honourable Society of the Inner Temple. something of the realization of my dreams; but I thought it was a

knowing you at an earlier period. I was not always the wreck you The phaeton went home without him. The horses stopped at the

the world. You know, mama, how young and inexperienced I was, when really she, or whether it was a confusion of the shadows in the