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    of occasions; but whenever I see my old friend the bushel brought

    ‘Trot, I tell you what, my dear,’ said my aunt, one morning in

    They had postponed their breakfast on my account, and we sat

    So, when I once asked Dora, with an eye to the cookery-book,

    His honest face, as he looked at me with a serio-comic shake of

    hands

    kite; but that I had still no other clothes than the anything but

    David Copperfield

    holding me standing before him, looked steadily into my eyes I

    said Mr Wickfield, not without a glance at Uriah for his approval

    to her, and I thought it looked appealing But it looked at me over

    bedroom candle, there never to desist from washing plates, would

    Yu Huan clenched his fists, but not silent. Can say when the return

    pleasant humour when we came within view of Mr Peggotty’s

    Peggotty was glad to get it for him, and he overwhelmed her

    impressions of his nailed boots in the flower-beds, and taking his

    returned to those monsters, with fresh wakefulness on my part,

    Heep’s pale face looking out of the window Uriah, having taken

    the bottom of it yet, and must get to the bottom somehow So I

    there, that I could have stopped the people in the streets and

    paid; and however painful these things might be (and always

    upon the doors, to be the official abiding-places of the learned

    swung into a trot, and came up panting as if he had run himself

    upon; and is it not a pity that you should devote the spring-time of

    ‘Of course it will,’ said Miss Betsey ‘It’s nothing but fancy

    this little word ‘Yes’, every now and then There was wonderful

    Tiffey, for the first time in his life I should think, was sitting on

    ‘More than a mile off, Mr Tiffey,’ interposed a junior

    do, but kept over and over again shaking hands with me, and then

    her head ‘If I felt less, I could do more You don’t feel like me,

        

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