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yourself to be! Don’t you remember saying to me once, that
Speakers, or a volume of parliamentary orations, thundered
‘Why, bless my life and soul!’ said Mr Omer, ‘how do you find
looking at my mother and at me, and whispering Again, as the
be worthy of his station It was like himself’
‘Oh! Yes, truly,’ said Uriah ‘Ah! Great imprudence, Master
you’re nervous’
so, over the banister; and Mr Micawber, not a bit changed—his
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‘Oh! I can’t think what I shall do,’ I exclaimed, ‘if I have to go
fierce little piece of incomprehensibility
who has been the object of my life, to whom its every thought has
foresee that he might be expected to recover the blow; but my
and made me hold forth in a most unwonted manner I laughed
complexion—confound his complexion, and his memory!—made
lover; but I was glad to have my aunt in my confidence, and I was
eyes, I could see nothing of him I was still engaged in peering
meat, in Mrs Micawber’s eye I therefore pleaded another
much reference to myself (though always in connexion with Dora),
pincushion, to assist Mrs Micawber in her toilette at my dressing-
‘But you are spoiling them for me,’ said I, as he stirred it
‘Yes, sir’
Copperfield It’s a topic that I wouldn’t touch upon, to any soul but
‘I had, at one time, certainly,’ said Mr Wickfield ‘I—God
straight road, though not very easily, for I was new to that kind of
which I never could have expected, I am sure, in my umble station,
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