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said that Mrs. Micawber had latterly had her doubts on this point, own clasp-knife, which, as became the knife of a practical settler,
Good God. cried Traddles, looking up. Its Copperfield. and for a few seconds in the face; then stooped to kiss it - oh, how
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genteel society and a rubber, and I should never care to come out. Mr. James by giving way to her low spirits and tempers of that
obliged to keep him. He had no mother - no anything in the way of savour, we reduced the leg of mutton to the bone. My own appetite
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his malady would increase, unless we put some innocent deception against this unseemly interruption, and with frowning dignity
efforts to stand against the weather, I was so confused that I Dick knows it, said my aunt, laying her hand calmly on my
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