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I returned to the inn yard, and, impressed by my remembrance of the face, looked awfully around for it. It was not there. At last, an answer came from the two old ladies. They presented their compliments to Mr. The Misses Spenlow added that they begged to forbear expressing, 'through the medium of correspondence', an opinion on the subject of Mr. Copperfield's communication; but that if Mr.
I took them from her with a most desolate sensation; and, glancing at such phrases at the top, as 'My ever dearest and own Dora, 'My best beloved angel, 'My blessed one for ever, and the like, blushed deeply, and inclined my head. 'No, thank you! said Mr. Spenlow, coldly, as I mechanically offered them back to him. 'I will not deprive you of them. Miss Murdstone, be so good as to proceed!
We had an adjourned cause in the Consistory that day about excommunicating a baker who had been objecting in a vestry to a paving-rate and as the evidence was just twice the length of Robinson Crusoe, according to a calculation I made, it was rather late in the day before we finished. Spenlow and I drove away in the phaeton.
She often carried it in her hand, often refreshed herself with its fragrance. Our eyes at those times often met; and my great astonishment is that I didn't go over the head of my gallant grey into the carriage. There was dust, I believe. There was a good deal of dust, I believe. I have a faint impression that Mr. Spenlow remonstrated with me for riding in it; but I knew of none.
In the light room, Dora blushing looked so lovely, that I could not tear myself away, but sat there staring, in a dream, until the snoring of Mr. Spenlow inspired me with sufficient consciousness to take my leave.
The depravity of the human heart is such 'You will oblige me, ma'am, interrupted Mr. Spenlow, 'by confining yourself to facts. Miss Murdstone cast down her eyes, shook her head as if protesting against this unseemly interruption, and with frowning dignity resumed: 'Since I am to confine myself to facts, I will state them as dryly as I can.
At about mid-day, we set out for the office of Messrs Spenlow and Jorkins, in Doctors' Commons. My aunt, who had this other general opinion in reference to London, that every man she saw was a pickpocket, gave me her purse to carry for her, which had ten guineas in it and some silver.
I love Miss Spenlow to that extent 'Pooh! nonsense! said Mr. Spenlow, reddening. 'Pray don't tell me to my face that you love my daughter, Mr. Copperfield! 'Could I defend my conduct if I did not, sir? I returned, with all humility. 'Can you defend your conduct if you do, sir? said Mr. Spenlow, stopping short upon the hearth-rug. 'Have you considered your years, and my daughter's years, Mr.
What time Miss Mills sat looking at the moon, murmuring verses and recalling, I suppose, the ancient days when she and earth had anything in common. Norwood was many miles too near, and we reached it many hours too soon; but Mr. Spenlow came to himself a little short of it, and said, 'You must come in, Copperfield, and rest! and I consenting, we had sandwiches and wine-and-water.
'Dear me! Not paralysis, I hope? 'It has no reference to her health, sir, I replied. 'She has met with some large losses. In fact, she has very little left, indeed. 'You as-tound me, Copperfield! cried Mr. Spenlow. I shook my head.
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