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Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The next five or six minutes were spent veryagreeably. Nothing was too much trouble for Mr. Bollard. He fetched things from one caseand another, brooches and bracelets piled up on the piece of velvet spread in front ofElvira. Occasionally she turned aside to look at herself in a mirror, trying the effect ofa brooch or a pendant. Finally, rather uncertainly, a pretty little bangle, a smalldiamond wristwatch and two brooches were laid aside.
　　"We'll make a note ofthese," said Mr. Bollard, "andthen when Colonel Luscombe is in London next, perhaps he'llcome in and see what he decides himself he'd like to give you."
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　　"I think that way will be very nice," said Elvira. "Then he'llfeel more that he's chosen my present himself, won't he?" Her limpid blue gaze was raised hadregistered a moment earlier that the time was now exactly twenty five minutes past thehour.
　　Outside there was the squealing of brakes and a girl's loud scream. Inevitably the eyes of everyone in the shop turned towards thewindows of the shop giving on Bond Street. The movement of Elvira's hand on the counter in front of her and then to the pocket of her neattailor-made coat and skirt was so rapid and unobtrusive as to be almost unnoticeable, evenif anybody had been looking.

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Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
Lucy looked at a collection of twelve or fourteen lumps of rock, some polished and some rough.
"Lovely," she said kindly. "Most interesting."
"You're quite right. They are interesting. You're an intelligent girl. I don't show them to everybody. I'll show you some more things."
"It's very kind of you, but I ought really to get on with what I was doing. With six people in the house –"
"Eating me out of house and home…. That's all they do when they come down here! Eat. They don't offer to pay for what they eat, either. Leeches! All waiting for me to die. Well, I'm not going to die just yet - I'm not going to die to please them. I'm a lot stronger than even Emma knows."
"I'm sure you are."
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"I'm not so old, either. She makes out I'm an old man, treats me as an old man. You don't think I'm old, do you?"
"Of course not," said Lucy.
"Sensible girl. Take a look at this."
He indicated a large faded chart which hung on the wall. It was, Lucy saw, genealogical tree; some of it done so finely that one would have to have a magnifying glass to read the names. The remote forebears, however, were written in large proud capitals with crowns over the names.

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Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
¡¡¡¡The first person whom I saw, to my surprise, by the sober light of the shaded lamp, was Uriah. He was standing close beside it, with one of his skeleton hands over his mouth, and the other resting on the Doctor's table. The Doctor sat in his study chair, covering his face with his hands. Mr. Wickfield, sorely troubled and distressed, was leaning forward, irresolutely touching the Doctor's arm. ¡¡¡¡For an instant, I supposed that the Doctor was ill. I hastily advanced a step under that impression, when I met Uriah's eye, and saw what was the matter. I would have withdrawn, but the Doctor made a gesture to detain me, and I remained. ¡¡¡¡'At any rate,' observed Uriah, with a writhe of his ungainly person, 'we may keep the door shut. We needn't make it known
oil painting to ALL the town.' ¡¡¡¡Saying which, he went on his toes to the door, which I had left open, and carefully closed it. He then came back, and took up his former position. There was an obtrusive show of compassionate zeal in his voice and manner, more intolerable - at least to me - than any demeanour he could have assumed. ¡¡¡¡'I have felt it incumbent upon me, Master Copperfield,' said Uriah, 'to point out to Doctor Strong what you and me have already talked about. You didn't exactly understand me, though?' ¡¡¡¡I gave him a look, but no other answer; and, going to my good old master, said a few words that I meant to be words of comfort and encouragement. He put his hand upon my shoulder, as it had been his custom to do when I was quite a little fellow, but did not lift his grey head.

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The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
'You have been a long time,' she said, 'without coming here. Is your profession really so engaging and interesting as to absorb your whole attention? I ask because I always want to be informed, when I am ignorant. Is it really, though?' ¡¡¡¡I replied that I liked it well enough, but that I certainly could not claim so much for it. ¡¡¡¡'Oh! I am glad to know that, because I always like to be put right when I am wrong,' said Rosa Dartle. 'You mean it is a little dry, perhaps?' ¡¡¡¡'Well,' I replied; 'perhaps it was a little dry.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh! and that's a reason why you want relief and change - excitement and all that?' said she. 'Ah! very true! But isn't it a little - Eh? - for him; I don't mean you?' ¡¡¡¡A quick glance of her eye towards the spot where Steerforth was walking, with his mother leaning on his arm, showed me whom she meant; but beyond that, I was quite lost. And I looked so, I have no doubt. ¡¡¡¡'Don't it - I don't say that it does, mind I want to know - don't it rather engross him? Don't it make him, perhaps, a little more remiss than usual in his visits to his
oil painting blindly-doting - eh?' With another quick glance at them, and such a glance at me as seemed to look into my innermost thoughts. ¡¡¡¡'Miss Dartle,' I returned, 'pray do not think -' ¡¡¡¡'I don't!' she said. 'Oh dear me, don't suppose that I think anything! I am not suspicious. I only ask a question. I don't state any opinion. I want to found an opinion on what you tell me. Then, it's not so? Well! I am very glad to know it.' ¡¡¡¡'It certainly is not the fact,' said I, perplexed, 'that I am accountable for Steerforth's having been away from home longer than usual - if he has been: which I really don't know at this moment, unless I understand it from you. I have not seen him this long while, until last night.'

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Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
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They all appear'd very penitent, and begg'd hard for their Lives; as for that, he told them, they were none of his Prisoners, but the Commander of the Island; that they thought they had set him on Shore in a barren uninhabited Island, but it had pleased God so to direct them, that the Island was inhabited, and that the Governour was an English Man; that he might hang them all there, if he pleased; but as he had given them all Quarter, he supposed he would send them to England to be dealt with there, as Justice requir'd, except Atkins, who he was commanded by the Governour to advise to prepare for Death; for that he would be hang'd in the Morning.
Though this was all a Fiction of his own, yet it had its desired Effect; Atkins fell upon his Knees to beg the Captain to interceed with the Governour for his Life; and all the rest beg'd of him for God's Sake, that they might not be sent to England.
It now occurr'd to me, that the time of our Deliverance was come, and that it would be a most easy thing to bring these Fellows in, to be hearty in getting Possession of the Ship; so I retir'd in the Dark from them, that they might not see what Kind of a Governour they had, and call'd the Captain to me; when I call'd, as at a good Distance, one of the Men was order'd to speak again, and say to the Captain, Captain, the Commander calls for you; and presently the Captain reply'd, Tell his Excellency, I am just a coming: This more perfectly amused' them; and they all believed that the Commander was just by with his fifty Men.

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Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
At length the road touched the spot called `Cross-in-Hand'. Of all spots on the bleached and desolate upland this was the most forlorn. It was so far removed from the charm which is sought in landscape by artists and view-lovers as to reach a new kind of beauty, a negative beauty of tragic tone. The place took its name from a stone pillar which stood there, a strange rude monolith, from a stratum unknown in any local quarry, on which was roughly carved a human hand. Differing accounts were given of its history and purport. Some authorities stated that a devotional cross had once formed the complete erection thereon, of which the present relic was but the stump; others that the stone as it stood was entire, and that it had been fixed there to mark a boundary or place of meeting. Anyhow, whatever the origin of the relic, there was and is something sinister, or solemn, according to mood, in the scene amid which it stands; something tending to impress the most phlegmatic passer-by. ¡¡¡¡`I think I must leave you now,' he remarked, as they drew near to this spot. `I have to preach at Abbot's-Cernel at six this evening, and my way lies across to the right from here. And you upset me somewhat too, Tessy - I cannot, will not, say why. I must go away and get strength... . How is it that you speak so fluently now? Who has taught you such good English?' ¡¡¡¡`I have learnt things in my troubles,' she said evasively. ¡¡¡¡`What troubles have you had?' ¡¡¡¡She told him of the first one - the only one that related to him. ¡¡¡¡D'Urberville was struck mute. `I knew nothing of this till now!' he next murmured. `Why didn't you write to me when you felt your trouble coming on?' ¡¡¡¡She did not reply; and he broke the silence by adding: `Well - you will see me again.' ¡¡¡¡`No,' she answered. `Do not again come near me!'

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The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
¡¡¡¡She did return upstairs, and put on the gown. Alone, she stood for a moment before the glass looking at the effect of her silk attire; and then there came into her head her mother's ballad of the mystic robe--
That never would become that wife That had once done amiss,which Mrs Durbeyfield had used to sing to her as a child, so blithely and so archly, her foot on the cradle, which she rocked to the tune. Suppose this robe should betray her by changing colour, as her robe had betrayed Queen Guénever. Since she had been at the dairy she had not once thought of the lines till now. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡Chapter 33¡¡¡¡ Angel felt that he would like to spend a day with her before the wedding, somewhere away from the dairy, as a last jaunt in her company while they were yet mere lover and mistress; a romantic day, in circumstances that would never be repeated; with that other and greater day beaming close ahead of them. During the preceding week, therefore, he suggested making a few purchases in the nearest town, and they started together. ¡¡¡¡Clare's life at the dairy had been that of a recluse in respect to the world of his own class. For months he had never gone near a town, and, requiring no vehicle, had never kept one, hiring the dairyman's cob or gig if he rode or drove. They went in the gig that day. ¡¡¡¡And then for the first time in their lives they shopped as partners in one concern. It was Christmas Eve, with its loads of holly and mistletoe, and the town was very full of strangers who had come in from all parts of the country on account of the day. Tess paid the penalty of walking about with happiness superadded to beauty on her countenance by being much stared at as she moved amid them on his arm.

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Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
¡¡¡¡The bill being paid, Charles Darnay rose and wished him good night. Without returning the wish, Carton rose too, with something of a threat of defiance in his manner, and said, "A last word, Mr. Darnay: you think I am drunk?" ¡¡¡¡"I think you have been drinking, Mr. Carton." ¡¡¡¡"Think? You know I have been drinking." ¡¡¡¡"Since I must say so, I know it." ¡¡¡¡"Then you shall likewise know why. I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me." ¡¡¡¡"Much to be regretted. You might have used your talents better." ¡¡¡¡"May be so, Mr. Darnay; may be not. Don't let your sober face elate you, however; you don't know what it may come to. Good night!" ¡¡¡¡When he was left alone, this strange being took up a candle, went to a glass that hung against the wall, and surveyed himself minutely in it. ¡¡¡¡"Do you particularly like the man?" he muttered, at his own image; "why should you particularly like a man who resembles you? There is nothing in you to like; you know that. Ah, confound you! What a change you have made in yourself! A good reason for taking to a man, that he shows you what you have fallen away from, and what you might have been! Change places with him, and would you have been looked at by those blue eyes as he was, and commiserated by that agitated face as he was? Come on, and have it out in plain words! You hate the fellow." ¡¡¡¡He resorted to his pint of wine for consolation, drank it all in a few minutes, and fell asleep on his arms, with his hair straggling over the table, and a long winding-sheet in the candle dripping down upon him.