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    admit—that I may have unwittingly ensnared that lady into an

    bound Oh, you’re a downy fellow, Steerforth, so you are, and I’m

    appetite I am confident that he couldn’t resist a chubby boy,

    eight years between the two sisters; and that the younger

    attention were concentrated on it

    endurance I saw compressed now within both his hands

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    perhaps you wouldn’t object to ask that good nurse of yours to

    do not look forward far enough You are bound, in justice to your

    I deigned to make him no reply; and, taking up my hat, was

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    A low spending annoyed, he immediately got up, walked into the room, staring at the pale pale face, to the next hand medicine.

    The Bench was nothing to me but an insensible blunderer The

    ‘You ask permission of my sister Clarissa and myself, Mr

    never entered my head, then, that there was anything

    was, as usual in this excited state of her features, strongly marked

    to have a propensity to throw any little trifles they were not in

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    as I look far back, into the blank of my infancy, are my


    an evident pleasure in hearing us recall the little incidents of our

    As we were left to look about us while Mr Spenlow was fetched,

    affection—I allude to his wife—and has invariably, on our

    Captain Hopkins, in a loud sonorous voice, gave him every word of

    It was the first time I had heard my aunt refer to her past

    argumentatively, ‘being equally out of the question, Mr

    the breaking-up day changed its place fast, at last, from the week

    handkercher Talking of handkerchers—and talking of ladies—

    in the manner of a sling, aimed a blow at Mr Chillip’s head with it,


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