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Copperfield to dinner, every Sunday, if it should suit his convenience. Our hour is three. I bowed. 'In the course of the week, said Miss Clarissa, 'we shall be happy to see Mr. Copperfield to tea. Our hour is half-past six. I bowed again. 'Twice in the week, said Miss Clarissa, 'but, as a rule, not oftener. I bowed again. 'Miss Trotwood, said Miss Clarissa, 'mentioned in Mr.
Wickfield, in the same dull voice. 'It's a load off my mind, Trotwood, to have such a partner. The red fox made him say all this, I knew, to exhibit him to me in the light he had indicated on the night when he poisoned my rest. I saw the same ill-favoured smile upon his face again, and saw how he watched me. 'You are not going, papa? said Agnes, anxiously.
Mr. Dick looked doubtfully at me. 'Eh, Trotwood? I shook my head. Mr. Dick shook his, and sighed. 'Tell him about the Memorial, said Mr. Dick. I explained to Traddles that there was a difficulty in keeping King Charles the First out of Mr. Dick's manuscripts; Mr. Dick in the meanwhile looking very deferentially and seriously at Traddles, and sucking his thumb.
Murdstone: 'You can go when you like; I'll take my chance with the boy. If he's all you say he is, at least I can do as much for him then, as you have done. But I don't believe a word of it. 'Miss Trotwood, rejoined Mr. Murdstone, shrugging his shoulders, as he rose, 'if you were a gentleman 'Bah! Stuff and nonsense! said my aunt. 'Don't talk to me!
I have been married ten years, and I see my children playing in the room. Here is my aunt, in stronger spectacles, an old woman of fourscore years and more, but upright yet, and godmother to a real, living Betsey Trotwood. Always with her, here comes Peggotty, my good old nurse, likewise in spectacles. A newspaper from Australia tells me that Mr.
'He comes to the office downstairs, every day, returned Agnes. 'He was in London a week before me. I am afraid on disagreeable business, Trotwood. 'On some business that makes you uneasy, Agnes, I see, said I. 'What can that be?
I had a stupid intention of replying that I was going to wait, to hand her downstairs. I suppose I expressed it, somehow; for after she had looked at me attentively for a little while, she appeared to understand, and replied in a low tone: 'I know you will do as I ask you, if I tell you I am very earnest in it. Go away now, Trotwood, for my sake, and ask your friends to take you home.
I am not here to make any promise, or give any pledge to anybody. You may possibly have some idea, Miss Trotwood, of abetting him in his running away, and in his complaints to you. Your manner, which I must say does not seem intended to propitiate, induces me to think it possible.
Something good-natured in the man's face, as I handed it up, encouraged me to ask him if he could tell me where Miss Trotwood lived; though I had asked the question so often, that it almost died upon my lips. 'Trotwood, said he. 'Let me see. I know the name, too. Old lady? 'Yes, I said, 'rather. 'Pretty stiff in the back? said he, making himself upright. 'Yes, I said.
She had put her hand entreatingly on his arm, to stop him; and was very, very pale. 'Well, well! he said with a sigh, dismissing, as I then saw, some trial she had borne, or was yet to bear, in connexion with what my aunt had told me. 'Well! I have never told you, Trotwood, of her mother. Has anyone? 'Never, sir. 'It's not much though it was much to suffer.
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