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    have gone down on my knees to her and besought her forgiveness;

    precious articles; or his agitation when she came slowly towards

    ‘Well I’ll tell you what,’ said Mr Barkis ‘P’raps you might be

    it, if he pleased Mr Dolloby, not without some grumbling, gave

    mirth at the comic parts, and to be overcome with fear when there

    was quite mistaken: for she laid aside her work (which was a

    hand on each of my shoulders, as he had done in my own room

    Micawber’s red eyes with the utmost sympathy

    alone to finish the evening, my aunt sitting opposite to me

    sacrifice should be made, I entreated him to make it’ A miserable

    rest of it ‘Oh, Trotwood!’ she remonstrated, with a smile ‘Just

    my account; and acts solely for a certain person’s good He is

    I thought Mr Creakle was disappointed I thought Mrs and

    who took care of him He was always sitting at my little window,

    corruption of my aunt and Mr Dick; while I used to sit, at a little

    acquired experiences foreign to my age, appearance, and

    here?’

    Miss Mowcher replaced her handkerchief in her pocket, looking

    chair, and shook her head as if she were making snaps or bounces

    ‘God bless her, she is as easily scared as a bird,’ said I ‘It might

    ‘Thank you, sir,’ retorted Mrs Heep ‘We know our station and

    the second sentiment of the pincushion in the drawer upstairs, but

    fervently did it commend the pretty creature I had won, with all

    young mother to be, under these melancholy domestic

    Nothing happened, however, worse than morning Almost as

    everybody, went in and spoke to him, and at parting, gave him my

    is so hopeless, and I feel that I am wallowing in such a bog of

    head beyond description, and over a bridge which, no doubt, was

        

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