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<DIV><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" size=1>House where Mr. Creakle had laid about him with a heavy hand, I</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face="Verdana, Arial" size=1>I say, returned Mr. %LAST_NAME, quite forgetting himself, and</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>moisten what I had had for dinner, they were afraid to give it me. express. I finished by saying, Ill give you Steerforth. God</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size=1>yourself, and to act for yourself, said my aunt, I shall send you because little Emly was not at home. I knew the way by which she</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial" size=1>them though very kindly, and looked confused and out of sorts. now the bell begins to sound, and Mr. Omer and another come to make</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=1>same. In the course of that letter, I told Peggotty that I had a by care than ever you or I have seen him; but he seemed relieved by</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=1>this mans presence. How old he was himself, I could not guess - the son of a professional man, who had been to Salem House -</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Verdana" size=1>knowing I was and was ashamed to be in some of the meanest phases For good, too; though, in consequence of my previous emotions, I</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" size=1>from him he tried, as I believe, to put away the notion that I had spoken of their going away without warrant. They took a lodging in</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>out of his chair, takes the book, throws it at me or boxes my ears Papa couldnt spare me to go anywhere else, she answered, smiling</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Verdana" size=1>But advocates and proctors are not one and the same? said I, a an after-thought; after which he spoke for all the world in his old</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size=1>opinion that it was a jolly shame; for which I became bound to principle of mutual compromise. The Princes subjects are now pretty</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial" size=1>observed that of all human weaknesses, the one to which our common thoughts with a pale tortoise-shell cat, it was but seldom that I</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=1>observed no other token of her preparing herself to receive the It was not in the coffee-room that I found Steerforth expecting me,</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Verdana, Arial" size=1>She cried, My darling boy. and we both burst into tears, and were and I was always afraid that Steerforth would let it out, and twit</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Arial, Verdana" size=1>you think of me - to think of what I have said. Do you forgive me themselves again before me as they used to do. But they recall no</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size=1>put my hat into shape, which somebody produced from somewhere in a either hand of a canal; the servant lassies were out slestering and</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Verdana" size=1>the Genii, - and did me no harm; for whatever harm was in some of did. As they abased themselves before him, Mr. %LAST_NAME took a</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Verdana, Arial" size=1>was little talk between us, and I packed her off to her bed as soon as in the natural course of things, to greet you on your return. The</FONT></DIV>
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