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pudding, which quite melted in one's mouth; likewise the jellies, in which Amy revelled like a fly in a honeypot. Everything turned out well; which was a mercy, Hannah said, "For my mind was that flustered, mum, that it's a merrycle I didn't roast the pudding, and stuff the turkey with raisins, let alone bilin' of it in a cloth." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Laurence and his grandson dined with them, also Mr. Brooke - at whom Jo glowered darkly, to Laurie's infinite amusement. Two easy-chairs stood side by side at the head of the table, in which sat Beth and her father, feasting modestly on chicken and
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a little fruit. They drank healths, told stories, sang songs, "reminisced", as the old folk say, and had a thoroughly good time. A sleigh-ride had been planned, but the girls would not leave their father; so the guests departed early, and, as twilight gathered, the happy family sat together round the fire. ¡¡¡¡"Just a year ago we were groaning over the dismal Christmas we expected to have. Do you remember?" asked Jo, breaking a short pause which had followed a long conversation about many things. "Rather a pleasant year on the whole!" said Meg, smiling at the fire, and congratulating herself on having treated Mr. Brooke with dignity.

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LAMENT. FOR S. B. PAT PAW. ¡¡¡¡We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by the old green gate. ¡¡¡¡The little grave where her infant sleeps Is 'neath the chestnut tree; But o'er her grave we may not weep, We know not where it may be. ¡¡¡¡Her empty bed, her idle ball, Will never see her more; No gentle tap, no loving purr Is heard at the parlour door. ¡¡¡¡Another cat comes after her mice, A c
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at with a dirty face; But she does not hunt as our darling did, Nor play with her airy grace. ¡¡¡¡Her stealthy paws tread the very hall Where Snowball used to play, But she only spits at the dogs our pet So gallantly drove away. ¡¡¡¡She is useful and mild, and does her best, But she is not fair to see; And we cannot give her your place, dear, Nor worship her as we worship thee. ¡¡¡¡A. S. ¡¡¡¡ADVERTISEMENTS. ¡¡¡¡Miss Oranthy Bluggage, the accomplished Strong-Minded Lecturer, will deliver her famous Lecture on "WOMAN AND HER POSITION", at Pickwick Hall, next Saturday Evening, after the usual performances.

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carriage, leave her at the Abbey Mill, while she drove a little farther, and call for her again so soon, as to allow no time for insidious applications or dangerous recurrences to the past, and give the most decided proof of what degree of intimacy was chosen for the future. 　　 She could think of nothing better: and though there was something in it which her own heart could not approve--something of ingratitude, merely glossed over--it must be done,
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or what would become of Harriet? 　　 CHAPTER V 　　 Small heart had Harriet for visiting. Only half an hour before her friend called for her at Mrs. Goddard's, her evil stars had led her to the very spot where, at that moment, a trunk, directed to The Rev. Philip Elton, White-Hart, Bath, was to be seen under the operation of being lifted into the butcher's cart, which was to convey it to where the coaches past; and every thing in this world, excepting that trunk and the direction, was consequently a blank.

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Mr Cope said slowly: "You mean they all seem to revolve round the oldlady?That's true enough.She's a very remarkable old lady,you know." "Indeed?" Mr Cope needed very little encouragement.The gentle invitation was enough. "I don't mind telling you,Dr Gerard,I've been having that family a good dealon my mind lately.I've been thinking about them a lot.If I may say so,it wouldease my mind to talk to you about the matter.If it won't bore you,that is?" Dr Gerard disclaimed boredom.Mr Jefferson Cope went on slowly,his pleasantclean-shaven face creased with perplexity. "I"ll tell you straight away that I'm just a little worried.Mrs Boynton,yousee,is an old friend of mine.That is to say,not the old Mrs Boynton,the youngone,Mrs Lennox Boynton."
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"Ah,yes,that very charming dark-haired young lady." "that's right.That's Nadine.Nadine Boynton,Dr Gerard,is a very lovelycharacter.I knew her before she was married.She was in hospital then,working tobe a trained nurse.Then she went for a vacation to stay with the Boyntons andshe married Lennox." "Yes?" Mr Jefferson Cope took another sip of highball and went on: "I'd like to tell you,Dr Gerard,just a little of the Boynton familyhistory." "Yes?I should be most interested." "Well,you see,the late Elmer Boynton -he was quite a well-known man and avery charming personality -was twice married.His first wife died when Carol and

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I'm not come too soon, am I?' he said, casting a look at me: I had begun to wipe the plate, and tidy some drawers at the far end in the dresser.
`No,' answered Catherine. `What are you doing there, Nelly?'
`My work, miss,' I replied. (Mr Hindley had given me directions to make a third parry in any private visits Linton chose to pay.)
She stepped behind me and whispered crossly, `Take yourself and your dusters off; when company are in the house, servants don't commence scouring and cleaning in the room where they are!' v
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`It's a good opportunity, now that the master is away,' I answered aloud: `he hates me to be fidgeting over these things in his presence. I'm sure Mr Edgar will excuse me.'
`I hate you to be fidgeting in my presence,' exclaimed the young lady imperiously, not allowing her guest time to speak: she had failed to recover her equanimity since the little dispute with Heathcliff.
`I'm sorry for it, Miss Catherine,' was my response; and I proceeded assiduously with my occupation.

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　"I'm sorry to botheryou," he said. "I know you've seen our sergeant already. But it's about thatmissing gentleman, Canon Pennyfather."
　　"Oh yes, sir, a very nice gentleman. He oftenstays here."
　　"Absent-minded," saidFather.
　　Rose Sheldon permitted a discreet smile to appear onher respectful mask of a face.
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　　"Now let me see." Fatherpretended to consult some notes. "The last time you saw CanonPennyfather – was – ”
　　"On the Thursday morning, sir. Thursday the 19th.He told me that he would not be back that night and possibly not the next either. He wasgoing, I think, to Geneva. Somewhere in Switzerland, anyway. He gave me two shirts hewanted washed and I said they would be ready for him on the morning of the following day."
　　"And that's the lastyou saw of him, eh?"
　　"Yes, sir. You see, I'mnot on duty in the afternoons. I come back again at 6 o'clock.By then he must have left, or at any rate he was downstairs. Not in his room. He had lefttwo suitcases behind."

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'Well, Miss Trotwood,' said Mr. Wickfield; for I soon found that it was he, and that he was a lawyer, and steward of the estates of a rich gentleman of the county; 'what wind blows you here? Not an ill wind, I hope?' ¡¡¡¡'No,' replied my aunt. 'I have not come for any law.' ¡¡¡¡'That's right, ma'am,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'You had better come for anything else.' His hair was quite white now, though his eyebrows were still black. He had a very agreeable face, and, I thought, was handsome. There
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was a certain richness in his complexion, which I had been long accustomed, under Peggotty's tuition, to connect with port wine; and I fancied it was in his voice too, and referred his growing corpulency to the same cause. He was very cleanly dressed, in a blue coat, striped waistcoat, and nankeen trousers; and his fine frilled shirt and cambric neckcloth looked unusually soft and white, reminding my strolling fancy (I call to mind) of the plumage on the breast of a swan. ¡¡¡¡'This is my nephew,' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Wasn't aware you had one, Miss Trotwood,' said Mr. Wickfield. ¡¡¡¡'My grand-nephew, that is to say,' observed my aunt.

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Me, I do not like the police!" She scowled at them, without camouflaging her dislike of the visit. "Always, if they can, they make me embarrassments."
"No, no, Madame, you must not say that," said Dessin, who was a tall thin melancholy-looking man. "When have I ever caused you embarrassments?"
"Over that little fool who drank the carbolic acid," said Madame Joliet promptly. "And all because she has fallen in love with the chef d’orchestre - who does not care for women and has other tastes. Over that
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"On the contrary, big box-office business," said Dessin. "And that was three years ago. You should not bear malice. Now about this girl, Anna Stravinska."
"Well, what about her?" said Madame cautiously.
"Is she Russian?" asked Inspector Craddock.
"No, indeed. You mean, because of her name? But they all call themselves names like that, these girls. She was not important, she did not dance well, she was not particularly good-looking. Elle etait assez bien, c’est tout. She danced well enough for the corps de ballet – but no solos."

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himself; and till its size, shape, and ornaments were determined, all of which, after examining and debating for a quarter of an hour over every toothpick-case in the shop, were finally arranged by his own inventive fancy, he had no leisure to bestow any other attention on the two ladies than what was comprised in three or four very broad stares; a kind of notice which served to imprint on Elinor the remembrance of a person and face of strong, natural, sterling insignificance, though adorned in the first style of fashion. 　　
oil painting Marianne was spared from the troublesome feelings of contempt and resentment, on this impertinent examination of their features, and on the puppyism of his manner in deciding on all the different horrors of the different toothpick-cases presented to his inspection, by remaining unconscious of it all; for she was as well able to collect her thoughts within herself, and be as ignorant of what was passing around her, in Mr. Gray's shop, as in her own bedroom. 　　 At last the affair was decided. The ivory, the gold, and the pearls, all received their appointment; and the gentleman having named the last day on which his existence could be continued without the possession of the toothpick