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Copperfield, if I might ask you—’
fire She was sitting on the ground, with her head and one arm
‘Mr Mell,’ said Mr Creakle, shaking him by the arm; and his
throat; and had a long, lank, skeleton hand, which particularly
Murdstone made the tea He looked at me steadily as I entered,
Chapter
to dinner, every Sunday, if it should suit his convenience Our
Gummidge’s was rather a fretful disposition, and she whimpered
Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord!’ Then I hear sobs; and,
‘Come here!’ said the man with the wooden leg, repeating the
had only cried, as she was always crying, ‘Oh, dear papa! oh, poor
‘I am sorry to have heard bad news of Mr Barkis,’ said I
told me so But I thought—I implore you to remember the narrow
Miss Betsey, then walking to and fro in a state of agitation, and
while he eats his supper Emboldened by this happy change,
and turned, and held him up before me It made me sick at heart
my travelling companion She will be rejoiced, Copperfield, to
says, publicly, that if they want anything he’ll give it ’em He
what was going on there, but quite in vain I looked at her again by
you good night, sir’
day, been making my parting visit to Blunderstone, as we were
insupportable extent I have, therefore, prepared for my friend Mr
her, and how he had borne with her, and told her, when she
night It appeared to me that Miss Spenlow received too many
‘My love!’ said I, ‘what nonsense!’
knowledge of him, is calculated to shine; and the profits, I am told,
little in that way myself One Dowager, she calls it lip-salve
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