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"Have you ever happened to look at the part I mean?" continued Miss Crawford, opening her book. "Here it is. I did not think much of it at first--but, upon my word. There, look at _that_ speech, and _that_, and _that_. How am I ever to look him in the face and say such things? Could you do it? But then he is your cousin, which makes all the difference. You must rehearse it with me, that I may fancy _you_ him, and get on by degrees. You _have_ a look of _his_ sometimes." ¡¡¡¡ "Have I? I will do my best with the greatest readiness;
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but I must _read_ the part, for I can say very little of it." ¡¡¡¡ "_None_ of it, I suppose. You are to have the book, of course. Now for it. We must have two chairs at hand for you to bring forward to the front of the stage. There--very good school-room chairs, not made for a theatre, I dare say; much more fitted for little girls to sit and kick their feet against when they are learning a

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circumstances were rendered less fair than heretofore, by some recent losses on his West India estate, in addition to his eldest son's extravagance, it became not undesirable to himself to be relieved from the expense of her support, and the obligation of her future provision. In the fullness of his belief that such a thing must be, he mentioned its probability to his wife; and the first time of the subject's occurring to her again happening to be when Fanny was present, she calmly observed to her, "So, Fanny, you are going to leave us, and live with my sister.
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How shall you like it?" ¡¡¡¡ Fanny was too much surprised to do more than repeat her aunt's words, "Going to leave you?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes, my dear; why should you be astonished? You have been five years with us, and my sister always meant to take you when Mr. Norris died. But you must come up and tack on my patterns all the same."

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But, he had oppressed no man, he had imprisoned no man; he was so far from having harshly exacted payment of his dues, that he had relinquished them of his own will, thrown himself on a world with no favour in it, won his own private place there, and earned his own bread. Monsieur Gabelle had held the impoverished and involved estate on written instructions, to spare the people, to give them what little there was to give- such fuel as the heavy creditors would let them have in the winter, and such produce as could be saved from the same grip in the summer- and no doubt he had put the fact in plea and proof,
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for his own safety, so that it could not but appear now. ¡¡¡¡This favoured the desperate resolution Charles Darnay had begun to make, that he would go to Paris. ¡¡¡¡Yes. Like the mariner in the old story, the winds and streams had driven him within the influence of the Loadstone Rock, and it was drawing him to itself, and he

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Will you wake me, before departing? I have walked two nights without resting. Let me finish my pipe, and I shall sleep like a child. Will you wake me?" ¡¡¡¡"Surely." ¡¡¡¡The wayfarer smoked his pipe out, put it in his breast, slipped off his great wooden shoes, and lay down on his back on the heap of stones. He was fast asleep directly. ¡¡¡¡As the road-mender plied his dusty labour, and the hail-clouds, rolling away, revealed bright bars and streaks of sky which were responded to by silver gleams upon the landscape, the little man (who wore a red cap now,
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in place of his blue one) seemed fascinated by the figure on the heap of stones. His eyes were so often turned towards it, that he used his tools mechanically, and, one would have said, to very poor account. The bronze face, the shaggy black hair and beard, the coarse woollen red cap, the rough medley dress of home-spun stuff and hairy skins of beasts, the powerful frame attenuated by spare living, and the sullen and

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Nor was he; but, he had been expected with Monseigneur. ¡¡¡¡"Ah! It is not probable he will arrive to-night; nevertheless, leave the table as it is. I shall be ready in a quarter of an hour." ¡¡¡¡In a quarter of an hour Monseigneur was ready, and sat down alone to his sumptuous and choice supper. His chair was opposite to the window, and he had taken his soup, and was raising his glass of Bordeaux to his lips, when he put it down. ¡¡¡¡"What is that?" he calmly asked, looking with attention at the horizontal lines of black and stone colour. ¡¡
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¡¡"Monseigneur? That?" ¡¡¡¡"Outside the blinds. Open the blinds." ¡¡¡¡It was done. ¡¡¡¡"Well?" ¡¡¡¡"Monseigneur, it is nothing. The trees and the night are all that are here." ¡¡¡¡The servant who spoke, had thrown the blinds wide, had looked out into the vacant darkness, and stood with that blank behind him, looking round for instructions. ¡¡¡¡"Good," said the imperturbable master. "Close them again."

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happy, without the dark cloud upon you of living in uncertainty whether your father soon wore his heart out in prison, or wasted there through many lingering years." ¡¡¡¡As he said the words he looked down, with an admiring pity, on the flowing golden hair; as if he pictured to himself that it might have been already tinged with grey. ¡¡¡¡"You know that your parents had no great possession, and that what they had was secured to your mother and to you. There has been no new discovery, of money, or of any other property; but--" ¡
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¡¡¡He felt his wrist held closer, and he stopped. The expression in the forehead, which had so particularly attracted his notice, and which was now immovable, had deepened into one of pain and horror. ¡¡¡¡"But he has been- been found. He is alive. Greatly changed, it is too probable; almost a wreck, it is possible; though we will hope the best. Still, alive. Your father has been taken to the house of an old servant in Paris, and we are going there: I, to identify him if I can: you, to restore him to life, love, duty, rest, comfort."

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'Do you know where Mr. Traddles lives in the Inn?' I asked the waiter, as I warmed myself by the coffee-room fire. ¡¡¡¡'Holborn Court, sir. Number two.' ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Traddles has a rising reputation among the lawyers, I believe?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Well, sir,' returned the waiter, 'probably he has, sir; but I am not aware of it myself.' ¡¡¡¡This waiter, who was middle-aged and spare, looked for help to a waiter of more authority - a stout, potential old man,
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with a double chin, in black breeches and stockings, who came out of a place like a churchwarden's pew, at the end of the coffee-room, where he kept company with a cash-box, a Directory, a Law-list, and other books and papers. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Traddles,' said the spare waiter. 'Number two in the Court.' ¡¡¡¡The potential waiter waved him away, and turned, gravely, to me. ¡¡¡¡'I was inquiring,' said I, 'whether Mr. Traddles, at number two in the Court, has not a rising reputation among the lawyers?'

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I was not so savagely independent as to say anything in reply, but that if ever I borrowed money of anyone, I would borrow it of her. Next to accepting a large sum on the spot, I believe this gave Peggotty more comfort than anything I could have done. ¡¡¡¡'And, my dear!' whispered Peggotty, 'tell the pretty little angel that I should so have liked to see her, only for a minute! And tell her that before she marries my boy, I'll come and make your house so beautiful for you, if you'll let me!' ¡¡¡¡I declared that nobody else should touch it; and this gave
oil paintingPeggotty such delight that she went away in good spirits. ¡¡¡¡I fatigued myself as much as I possibly could in the Commons all day, by a variety of devices, and at the appointed time in the evening repaired to Mr. Mills's street. Mr. Mills, who was a terrible fellow to fall asleep after dinner, had not yet gone out, and there was no bird-cage in the middle window.

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I happened to glance at Ham, then looking out to sea upon the distant light, and a frightful thought came into my mind - not that his face was angry, for it was not; I recall nothing but an expression of stern determination in it - that if ever he encountered Steerforth, he would kill him. ¡¡¡¡'My dooty here, sir,' said Mr. Peggotty, 'is done.
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