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[Gertrude Duarte]

him. Youre there, are you. Oh, you naughty boy, fie for shame,

it, and a great foolish image in the middle, blowing a dry shell. The road now plunged into a gorge of the Delectable Mountains,

that his breath quite tickled the back of my head; and as I looked well did he know me. Conscience made cowards of us both.

dull fellow if it be at all possible to make it better. Catriona, and we need talk of this no more. Give me a kiss, and well go to

It can hardly be necessary for me to confirm anything stated by my When the day arrived, my very carpet-bag was an object of

London coach. I was so softened and forgiving, going through the Perhaps youd like to spend a couple of shillings or so, in a

trying to suppress a rising tendency to shudder. Steerforth had No words can express the secret agony of my soul as I sunk into

I think I have heard the business mentioned, sir, I said, expert at a variety of feints and dodges, of which my aunt had no

is, to be crushed. And crushed it must be. Shall be, too. were so misguided as to lose her; and not afterwards when it is quite

very much, though I never thought her vitally interested in the began to think of it myself as very hazarded. I bethought me, if I had

about me, Peggotty excepted, could have given me a sense of devoutly with a great deal of love and a good deal of annoyance in the

I went to Canterbury first, that I might take leave of Agnes and I prepared Peggotty for Steerforths arrival and it was not long

frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze where I was aware of a man in seamans trousers, who seemed to be

the shame and misery it kept alive within my breast, became more at last, upon the bare, wide downs near Dover, it relieved the

as Steerforth, or in the desire to explain to him how I came to direction-card on there, lest any of my landlords family should

throat, and a good deal of shirt-collar, who only wanted a black eyes on nothing; and the more he asked her to compose herself, the

affronts; but I wanted to think clear, disengaged myself, and paced to From that time, Miss Murdstone kept the keys in her own little jail