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of a sudden and took possession of her. She felt excited and strange, and, not knowing what to do, followed a capricious impulse, and, withdrawing her hands, said petulantly, `I don't choose. Please go away and let me be!' ¡¡¡¡Poor Mr. Brooke looked as if his lovely castle in the air was tumbling about his ears, for he had never seen Meg in such a mood before, and it rather bewildered him. ¡¡¡¡`Do you really mean that?' he asked anxiously, following her
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as she walked away. ¡¡¡¡`Yes, I do; I don't want to be worried about such things. Father says I needn't; it's too soon and I'd rather not.' ¡¡¡¡`Mayn't I hope you'll change your mind by-and-by? I'll wait, and say nothing till you have had more time. Don't play with me, Meg. I didn't think that of you.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't think of me at all. I'd rather you wouldn't,' said Meg, taking a naughty satisfaction in trying her lover's patience and her own power. He was grave and silent now; and looked decidedly more like the novel heroes whom she admired; but he neither slapped his forehead nor tramped about the room, as they did; he just stood looking at her so wistfully, so

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¡¡¡¡`Never you mind what she says. I'm the wretch that did it, sir,' said the new member, with a Welleresque nod to Mr. Pickwick. `But on my honour I never will do so again, and henceforth devote myself to the interest of this immortal club.' ¡¡¡¡`Hear! hear!' cried Jo, clashing the lid of the warming-pan like a cymbal. ¡¡¡¡`Go on, go on!' added Winkle and Tupman, while the President bowed benignly. ¡¡¡¡`I merely wish to say, that as a slight token of my gratitude for the honour done me, and as a means of promoting friendly relations between adjoining nations, I have set up a post-office in the hedge in the lower corner of the garden; a fine, spacious building, with padlocks on the doors, and every convenienc
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e for the mails - also the females, if I may be allowed the expression. It's the old martin-house; but I've stopped up the door, and made the roof open, so it will hold all sorts of things, and save our valuable tim. le. Letters, manuscripts, books, and bundles can be passed in there; and, as each nation has a key, it will be uncommonly nice, I fancy. Allow me to present the club key; and, with many thanks for your favour, take my seat.' Great applause as Mr. Weller deposited a little key on the table, and subsided; the warming-pan clashed and waved wildly, and it was some time before order could be restored. A long discussion followed, and everyone came out surprisingly for everyone did her best; so it was an unusually lively meeting, and did not adjourn till a late hour, when it broke up with

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to Hartfield, he thought I had much better go round by Mr. Cole's stables, for I should find the near way quite floated by this rain. Oh! dear, I thought it would have been the death of me! So I said, I was very much obliged to him: you know I could not do less; and then he went back to Elizabeth, and I came round by the stables--I believe I did--but I hardly knew where I was, or any thing about it. Oh! Miss Woodhouse, I would rather done any thing than have
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it happen: and yet, you know, there was a sort of satisfaction in seeing him behave so pleasantly and so kindly. And Elizabeth, too. Oh! Miss Woodhouse, do talk to me and make me comfortable again." 　　 Very sincerely did Emma wish to do so; but it was not immediately in her power. She was obliged to stop and think. She was not thoroughly comfortable herself. The young man's conduct, and his sister's, seemed the result of real feeling, and she could not but pity them. As Harriet described it, there had been an interesting

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been rather delicate -and -and mother fusses about her and -and it makes herworse.And lately Jinny has been very queer indeed.She -she frightens mesometimes.She -she doesn't always know what she's doing." "Has she seen a doctor?" "No,Nadine wanted her to,but mother said no -and Jinny got very hystericaland screamed,and said she wouldn't see a doctor.But I'm worried about her." Suddenly Carol rose. "I mustn't keep you up.It's -it's very good of you letting me come and talkto
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you.You must think us very odd as a family." "Oh,everybody's odd,really,"said Sarah lightly."Come again,will you?Andbring your brother,if you like." "May I really?" "Yes;we"ll do some secret plotting.I'd like you to meet a friend ofmine,too,a Dr Gerard,an awfully nice Frenchman." The colour came into Carol's cheeks. "Oh,what fun it sounds.If only mother doesn't find out!" Sarah suppressed her original retort and said instead,"Why should she?Goodnight.Shall we say tomorrow night at the same time?" "Oh,yes.The day after,you see,we may be going away." "Then let's have a definite date for tomorrow.Good night."

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when Miss Cathy, who had listened to the hubbub from her room, put her head in, and whispered:
`Are you alone, Nelly?'
`Yes, miss,' I replied.
She entered and approached the hearth. I, supposing she was going to say something, looked up. The expression of her face seemed disturbed and anxious. Her lips were half asunder, as if she meant to speak, and she drew a breath; but it escaped in a sigh instead of a sentence. I resumed my song; not having forgotten her recent behaviour.
`Where's Heathcliff?' she said, interrupting me.
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`About his work in the stable,' was my answer.
He did not contradict me; perhaps he had fallen into a doze. There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from Catherine's cheek to the flags. Is she sorry for her shameful conduct? I asked myself. That will be a novelty: but she may come to the point as she will--I shan't help her! No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own concerns.
`Oh, dear!' she cried at last. `I'm very unhappy!'

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"Would you like to come into the office?"said Miss Gorringe. "We can talk betterthere perhaps."
　　"Yes, I think that would be best."
　　"Nice place you've gothere," said the large, fat, bovine-looking man, turning hishead back towards her. "Comfortable," he added, looking approvingly at the large fire. "Goodold-fashioned comfort."
　　Miss Gorringe smiled with an air of pleasure.
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　　"Yes, indeed. We pride ourselves on making ourvisitors comfortable," she said. She turned to her assistant. "Will you carry on, Alice? There is the ledger. Lady Jocelyn will be arrivingquite soon. She is sure to want to change her room as soon as she sees it but you mustexplain to her we are really full up. If necessary, you can show her number 340 on thethird floor and offer her that instead. It's not a verypleasant room and I'm sure she will be content with herpresent one as soon as she sees that."
　　"Yes, Miss Gorringe. I'lldo just that, Miss Gorringe."
　　"And remind Colonel Mortimer that his fieldglasses are here. He asked me to keep them for him this morning. Don't let him go off without them."
　　"No, Miss Gorringe."

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　The two detective officers went off together,Campbell looking smart in a lounge suit, (he had an excellent figure), and Chief-InspectorDavy carrying with him a tweedy air of being up from the country. They fitted in quitewell. Only the astute eye of Miss Gorringe, as she raised it from her ledgers, singledthem out and appreciated them for what they were. Since she had reported the disappearanceof Canon Pennyfather herself and had already had a word with a lesser personage in thepolice force, she had been expecting something of this kind.
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　　A faint murmur to the earnest-looking girl assistantwhom she kept handy in the background, enabled the latter to come forward and deal withany ordinary inquiries or services while Miss Gorringe gently shifted herself a littlefarther along the counter and looked up at the two men. Inspector Campbell laid down hiscard on the desk in front of her and she nodded. Looking past him to the largetweed-coated figure behind him, she noted that he had turned slightly sideways, and wasobserving the lounge and its occupants with an apparently na?ve pleasure at beholding sucha well bred, upper-class world in action.

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¡¡¡¡His house was not far off; and as the street door opened into the sitting-room, and he bolted in with a precipitation quite his own, we found ourselves at once in the bosom of the family. Mr. Micawber exclaiming, 'Emma! my life!' rushed into Mrs. Micawber's arms. Mrs. Micawber shrieked, and folded Mr. Micawber in her embrace. Miss Micawber, nursing the unconscious stranger of Mrs. Micawber's last letter to me, was sensibly affected. The stranger leaped. The twins testified their joy by several inconvenient but innocent demonstrations. Master Micawber, whose disposition appeared to have been soured by early disappointment, and whose aspect had become morose, yielded to his better feelings, and blubbered. ¡¡¡¡'Emma!' said Mr. Micawber. 'The cloud is
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past from my mind. Mutual confidence, so long preserved between us once, is restored, to know no further interruption. Now, welcome poverty!' cried Mr. Micawber, shedding tears. 'Welcome misery, welcome houselessness, welcome hunger, rags, tempest, and beggary! Mutual confidence will sustain us to the end!' ¡¡¡¡With these expressions, Mr. Micawber placed Mrs. Micawber in a chair, and embraced the family all round; welcoming a variety of bleak prospects, which appeared, to the best of my judgement, to be anything but welcome to them; and calling upon them to come out into Canterbury and sing a chorus, as nothing else was left for their support.

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And here I may remark, that what I underwent from Mrs. Crupp, in consequence of the tyranny she established over me, was dreadful. I never was so much afraid of anyone. We made a compromise of everything. If I hesitated, she was taken with that wonderful disorder which was always lying in ambush in her system, ready, at the shortest notice, to prey upon her vitals. If I rang the bell impatiently, after half-a-dozen unavailing modest pulls, and she appeared at last - which was not by any means to be relied upon - she would appear with a reproachful aspect, sink breathless on a chair near the door, lay her hand upon her nankeen bosom, and become so ill, that I was glad, at any sacrifice of brandy or anything else, to get rid of her. If I objected to having my bed made at five o'clock in the afternoon - which I do still think an uncomfortable arrangement - one motion of her hand towards the same n
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ankeen region of wounded sensibility was enough to make me falter an apology. In short, I would have done anything in an honourable way rather than give Mrs. Crupp offence; and she was the terror of my life. ¡¡¡¡I bought a second-hand dumb-waiter for this dinner-party, in preference to re-engaging the handy young man; against whom I had conceived a prejudice, in consequence of meeting him in the Strand, one Sunday morning, in a waistcoat remarkably like one of mine, which had been missing since the former occasion. The 'young gal' was re-engaged; but on the stipulation that she should only bring in the dishes, and then withdraw to the landing-place, beyond the outer door; where a habit of sniffing she had contracted would be lost upon the guests, and where her retiring on the plates would be a physical impossibility.

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Here is a long passage - what an enormous perspective I make of it! - leading from Peggotty's kitchen to the front door. A dark store-room opens out of it, and that is a place to be run past at night; for I don't know what may be among those tubs and jars and old tea-chests, when there is nobody in there with a dimly-burning light, letting a mouldy air come out of the door, in which there is the smell of soap, pickles, pepper, candles, and coffee, all at one whiff. Then there are the two parlours: the parlour in which we sit of an evening, my mother and I and Peggotty - for Peggotty is quite our companion, when her work is done and we are alone - and the best parlour where we sit on a Sunday; grandly, but not so comfortably. There is something of a doleful air about that room to me, for Peggotty has told me - I don't know when, but apparently ages ago - about my father's funeral, and the company havin
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g their black cloaks put on. One Sunday night my mother reads to Peggotty and me in there, how Lazarus was raised up from the dead. And I am so frightened that they are afterwards obliged to take me out of bed, and show me the quiet churchyard out of the bedroom window, with the dead all lying in their graves at rest, below the solemn moon. ¡¡¡¡There is nothing half so green that I know anywhere, as the grass of that churchyard; nothing half so shady as its trees; nothing half so quiet as its tombstones. The sheep are feeding there, when I kneel up, early in the morning, in my little bed in a closet within my mother's room, to look out at it; and I see the red light shining on the sun-dial, and think within myself, 'Is the sun-dial glad, I wonder, that it can tell the time again?'

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Has Mr. Crackenthorpe been an invalid long?"
Emma said, rather evasively:
"Oh, for years now…. This is the kitchen."
The kitchen was enormous. A vast kitchen range stood cold and neglected. An Aga stood demurely beside it.
Lucy asked times of meals and inspected the larder. Then she said cheerfully to Emma Crackenthorpe:
"I know everything now. Don't bother. Leave it all to me."
Emma Crackenthorpe heaved a sigh of relief as she went up to bed that night.
"The Kennedys were quite right, she said. She's wonderful."
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Lucy rose at six the next morning. She did the house, prepared vegetables, assembled, cooked and served breakfast. With Mrs. Kidder she made the beds and at eleven o'clock they sat down to strong tea and biscuits in the kitchen. Mollified by the fact that Lucy “had no airs about her" and also by the strength and sweetness of the tea, Mrs. Kidder relaxed into gossip. She was a small spare woman with a sharp eye and tight lips.
"Regular old skinflint he is. What she has to put up with! All the same, she's not what I call down-trodden. Can hold her own all right when she has to. When the gentlemen come down she sees to it there's something decent to eat."