state of my mind In my forlorn state I became quite attached to
that I knew in church, when mine was always wondering there;
Copperfield’
I have tamed that savage stenographic mystery I make a
indignation with which everyone repelled the charge I labour
resumed his reading
gradually soothed until it was only loving, and her soft, pretty
laughed at all that day, except at the Sheffield joke—and that, by
Then he laughed about her, and asked me if I had ever seen such a
in the sitting-room, to keep guard over her She made a great
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‘Yes, Agnes, my good Angel! Always my good Angel!’
‘Edward,’ replied my mother, timidly, ‘you are a far better judge
knew why I thought she had had some fear that her unhappy
depth with feathers
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life, or I am mistaken
he continued, raising that part of his countenance, where his red
when I lived with Mr and Mrs Micawber An indescribable
‘I think you are wrong, Uriah,’ I said ‘I dare say there are
And for someone else besides Davy, my darling, are you listening?
greatest irascibility and impatience
squeeze
I am terribly dejected for about a week or two I take off my
Humphrey Clinker, Tom Jones, the Vicar of Wakefield, Don
to dismiss your request, without a reference to Dora; and to
‘I’m a mother myself’
Weeks, months, seasons, pass along They seem little more than
I first saw her I loved her at that minute to distraction I should
it would not be very expensive?’
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