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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
He's younger than I,' she answered, after a protracted pause of meditation, `and he ought to live the longest: he will--he must live as long as I do. He's as strong now as when he first came into the north; I'm positive of that. It's only a cold that ails him, the same as papa has. You say papa will get better, and why shouldn't he?'
`Well, well,' I cried, `after all, we needn't trouble ourselves; for listen, miss, and mind, I'll keep my word,--if you attempt going to Wuthering Heights again, with or without me, I shall inform Mr Linton, and, unless he allow it, the intimacy with your cousin must not be revived.'
`It has been revived,' muttered Cathy sulkily. `Must not be continued, then,' I said.
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`We'll see,' was her reply, and she set off at a gallop, leaving me to toil in the rear.
We both reached home before our dinner time; my master supposed we had been wandering through the park, and therefore he demanded no explanation of our absence. As soon as I entered, I hastened

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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
Yes, yes, we can!' replied Cathy. `He's good and patient now. He's beginning to think I shall have far greater misery than he will tonight, if I believe he is the worse for my visit; and then I dare not come again. Tell the truth about it, Linton; for I mustn't come, if I have hurt you.'
`You must come, to cure me,' he answered. `You ought to come, because you have hurt me: you know you have extremely! I was not as ill when you entered as I am at present--was I?'
`But you've made yourself ill by crying and being in a passion.'
`I didn't do it at all,' said his cousin. `However, we'll be friends
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now. And you want me: you would wish to see me sometimes, really?'
`I told you I did,' he replied impatiently. `Sit on the settle and let me lean on your knee. That's as mamma used to do, whole afternoons together. Sit quite still and don't talk: but you may sing a song, if you can sing; or you may say a nice long interesting ballad--one of those you promised to teach me: or a story. I'd rather have a ballad, though: begin.'

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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
　The offices of Egerton, Forbes & Wilborough werein Bloomsbury, in one of those imposing and dignified squares which have as yet not feltthe wind of change. Their brass plate was suitably worn down to illegibility. The firm hadbeen going for over a hundred years and a good proportion of the landed gentry of Englandwere their clients. There was no Forbes in the firm any more and no Wilboroughs. Insteadthere were Atkinsons, father and son, and a Welsh Lloyd and a Scottish McAllister. Therewas, however, still an Egerton, descendant of the original Egerton. This particularEgerton was a man of fifty
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-two and he was adviser to several families which had in theirday been advised by his grandfather, his uncle, and his father.
　　At this moment he was sitting behind a largemahogany desk in his handsome room on the first floor, speaking kindly but firmly to adejected looking client. Richard Egerton was a handsome man, tall, dark with a touch ofgrey at the temples and very shrewd grey eyes. His advice was always good advice, but heseldom minced his words.

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The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
'If I had you for my guardian, Mr. Peggotty,' said I, shaking my head, 'I don't think I should FEEL much like it.' ¡¡¡¡'Well said, Mas'r Davy bor'!' cried Ham, in an ecstasy. 'Hoorah! Well said! Nor more you wouldn't! Hor! Hor!' - Here he returned Mr. Peggotty's back-hander, and little Em'ly got up and kissed Mr. Peggotty. 'And how's your friend, sir?' said Mr. Peggotty to me. ¡¡¡¡'Steerforth?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'That's the name!' cried Mr. Peggotty, turning to Ham. 'I knowed it was something in our way.' ¡¡¡¡'You said it was Rudderford,' observed Ham, laughing. ¡¡¡¡'Well!' retorted Mr. Peggotty. 'And ye steer with a rudder, don't ye?
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It ain't fur off. How is he, sir?' ¡¡¡¡'He was very well indeed when I came away, Mr. Peggotty.' ¡¡¡¡'There's a friend!' said Mr. Peggotty, stretching out his pipe. 'There's a friend, if you talk of friends! Why, Lord love my heart alive, if it ain't a treat to look at him!' ¡¡¡¡'He is very handsome, is he not?' said I, my heart warming with this praise. ¡¡¡¡'Handsome!' cried Mr. Peggotty. 'He stands up to you like - like a - why I don't know what he don't stand up to you like. He's so bold!' ¡¡¡¡'Yes! That's just his character,' said I. 'He's as brave as a lion, and you can't think how frank he is, Mr. Peggotty.' ¡¡¡¡'And I do suppose, now,' said Mr. Peggotty, looking at me through the smoke of his pipe, 'that in the way of book-larning he'd take the wind out of a'most anything.'

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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
¡¡¡¡'And, Peggotty,' says I, 'I shall be glad to see you, and I'll make you as welcome as a queen.' ¡¡¡¡'Bless your dear heart!' cried Peggotty. 'I know you will!' And she kissed me beforehand, in grateful acknowledgement of my hospitality. After that, she covered her head up with her apron again and had another laugh about Mr. Barkis. After that, she took the baby out of its little cradle, and nursed it. After that, she cleared the dinner table; after that, came in with another cap on, and her work-box,
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and the yard-measure, and the bit of wax-candle, all just the same as ever. ¡¡¡¡We sat round the fire, and talked delightfully. I told them what a hard master Mr. Creakle was, and they pitied me very much. I told them what a fine fellow Steerforth was, and what a patron of mine, and Peggotty said she would walk a score of miles to see him. I took the little baby in my arms when it was awake, and nursed it lovingly. When it was asleep again, I crept close to my mother's side

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The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
composure of mind by driving about the country. The carriages were then ordered; Willoughby's was first, and Marianne never looked happier than when she got into it. He drove through the park very fast, and they were soon out of sight; and nothing more of them was seen till their return, which did not happen till after the return of all the rest. They both seemed delighted with their drive; but said only in general terms that they had kept in the lanes, while the others went on the downs. 　　 It was settled that there should be a dance in the evening, and that every body should be extremely merry all day long. Some more
oil paintingof the Careys came to dinner; and they had the pleasure of sitting down nearly twenty to table, which Sir John observed with great contentment. Willoughby took his usual place between the two elder Misses Dashwood. Mrs. Jennings sat on Elinor's right-hand; and they had not been long seated, before she lent behind her and Willoughby, and said to Marianne, loud enough for them both to hear, "I have found you out in spite of all your tricks. I know where you spent the morning." 　　 Marianne coloured, and replied very hastily, "Where, pray." 　　 "Did not you know," said Willoughby, "that we had been out in my curricle?"

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The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
"I leave an excellent substitute in my daughter. Emma will be happy to entertain you. And therefore I think I will beg your excuse and take my three turns--my winter walk." 　　 "You cannot do better, sir." 　　 "I would ask for the pleasure of your company, Mr. Knightley, but I am a very slow walker, and my pace would be tedious to you; and, besides, you have another long walk before you, to Donwell Abbey." 　　 "Thank you, sir, thank you; I am going this moment myself; and I think the sooner you go the better. I will fetch your greatcoat and open the garden door for you." 　　 Mr. Woodhouse at last was off; but Mr. Knightley, instead of being immediately off likewise, sat down again, seemingly inclined for more chat. He began speaking of Harriet, and speaking of her with more voluntary praise than Emma had ever heard before. 　　 "I cannot rate her beauty as you do," said he; "but she is a pretty little creature, and I am inclined to think very well of her disposition. Her character depends upon those she is with; but in good hands she will turn out a valuable woman." 　　 "I am glad you think so; and the good hands, I hope, may not be wanting."

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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
"Some people imagine that there can be no accommodations, no space in a cottage; but this is all a mistake. I was last month at my friend Elliott's, near Dartford. Lady Elliott wished to give a dance. 'But how can it be done?' said she: 'my dear Ferrars, do tell me how it is to be managed. There is not a room in this cottage that will hold ten couple; and where can the supper be?' I immediately saw that there could be no difficulty in it, so I said, 'My dear Lady Elliott, do not be uneasy. The dining-parlour will admit eighteen couple with ease; card-tables may be placed in the drawing-room; the library may be open for tea and other refreshments; and let the supper be set out in the saloon.' Lady Elliott was delighted with the thought. We measured the dining- room, and found it would hold exactly eighteen couple,- and the affair was arranged precisely after my plan. So that, in fact, you see, if people do but know how to set about it, every comfort may be as well enjoyed in a cottage as in the most spacious dwelling." Elinor agreed to it; she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.