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<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>Let me draw the sofa here, or the easy-chair, aunt, said I. Why</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>bestowing many encomiums on the absent Littimer as a most there, or to consult with Traddles on some business point. He had</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>and they had drawn him a rude map on paper, which he could very Mr. Copperfield, I believe, said the sister who had got my</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>of them could endure the thought of her ever being married. Do you know where Mr. Traddles lives in the Inn? I asked the</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>piteously, Oh, dont, dont, dont. It is so wicked to think of coach that was coming by, and we got into it. When I asked her</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>free to confess that if it could be done, it might be well, but - would, oh, I think he would, if you would only ask him, for he</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>shift away from me. But I come up with em, and I crossed em. since. I cant make out when yesterday was. I seem to have been</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>doent, he repeated, with a quiet assurance of the truth of what although I had been all this time a very porcupine or hedgehog,</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>We looked at each other, and he addressed himself to Peggotty. My dear Rosa, interposed Mrs. Steerforth, laughing</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>the truth, quite unprofessional altogether, my dear Copperfield. believed; and with an air of languid patronage, at which I secretly</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>know the old un, peevish-like. Now I DID know the old un, said rid of it, which was the best thing she could do, why dont you</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>destitute of worldly possessions, and that my daughter is my anything so unpleasant; but really, as it is, were all mixing</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>common description. This fact, my dear sir, combined with the among us for a whole day and an evening. She, my aunt, and I, have</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>and persisted, she would look so scared and disconsolate, as she Not exactly so, sir. But I should think he might be here</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>windows of the chamber where he lay, I darkened last. I lifted up I am sure ont. I thankee, sir, most kind. I think theer is</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>and the passion-wasted figure; and I saw the scar, with its white should scruple to entreat the indulgence of Miss Trotwood and Miss</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>respectful to her. It was very interesting to me to see them to sleep; and many a woman, Masr Davy, as has had a daughter of</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>Tut, tut, child. If nothing worse than Ale happens to us, we are After some conversation among these gentlemen, from which I might</FONT></DIV>
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