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For some little time we held no conversation, Steerforth being

I answered Yes, and told him that Mr Spenlow had introduced

sentences, as if her own old wrongs were working within her, and

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any displeasure; ‘but I remember,—and so must you, I think,—

‘Why, he is a sort of monkish attorney,’ replied Steerforth ‘He

lecture afterwards; that she was not only ceaselessly afraid of her

What his thoughts were on the subject, or what his observation

without any horses to it as yet; and it looked in that state as if

him not—drank it, and fell dead It was too old for him It oughtn’t

‘I thankee, sir, I thankee!’ without moving

which looked as if they had scorched their lashes off, turned

proposed to take my aunt to the school, that she might see it and

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sir, conduct yourself like one If you’re a man, control your limbs,

no pupil had a right to avail himself of his position of favouritism

Mr Peggotty ‘Ask him’

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in the prison than they had lived for a long while out of it I used to

sacred, and the laws of hospitality paramount He said it was no

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and sent to prison? Whether I was at all in danger of being

but Mr Peggotty on the roof, through the tears she tried to

poor as job I thought of my breakfast then, and what had sounded

So have you, Trot, in some things, though I can’t compliment you

poor as I am, finds that out in his mind when he’s laid up I’m a

very near the cottage before I caught her

pantry, and have a private fit of sneezing ten minutes long