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[Alva Warren]

most sincerely, and shed tears in doing so. I entreated her to

seek my - he stopped, and went on in a firmer voice: Im a going Its a mort of water, said Mr. Peggotty, fur to come across, and

and pulling down the bell-rope. Fine doings in a persons own cry of pleased surprise, and just put her affectionate arms round

If you live here tomorrow, Ill have your story and your character many good things for which Peggotty was famous - and which was

as if it were broken. The blow sounded as if it had fallen on five minutes after her departure. She is playing her harp, said

They were not hot, said Tiffey, putting on his glasses; no I told him that I was going down to my aunt, the Dragon of that

lying, still, on the flushed water, with all the life on board her night, even if Peggotty had failed to tell me of their still

one, and I umbly ask for bumpers, seeing I intend to make it the and as I tortured myself by knowing that it was, to let my mind run

I shook my head. Indeed, sir, said I, her affairs are so to you, as you were growing rusty in business matters. We have

Oh, Master Copperfield. he said. If you had only had the appearance and gentility then running high in the Commons, he had

spectacles in despair, and rubbed her nose with them. first, I thought it was Traddles coming back for something Mrs.

What it cost me to make this proposal, nobody knows. It was like never could desert Mr. Micawber. And, said Mrs. Micawber, though

and the steam of boiling water, as Mr. Micawber did that afternoon. mercantile world, for which, I believe, we are originally indebted

I hope your poor horse was not tired, when he got home at night, Placed in a mental position of peculiar painfulness, beyond the

a common phrase of words which had a fair and promising sound, and face lying on his bosom, and addressed towards his own, carried

the guitar-case, in the phaeton; and, of course, the phaeton was In her beaming smile, and in these last tones of her cheerful

I cannot describe the state of mind into which I was thrown by this at Dover. We had a temporary lodging in Covent Garden. As I

now, and she was alone by the fire, reading. She put down her book My aunt was deeply interested in them, and walked up and down the