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the suffering which a warm temper and a high spirit were likely to endure under the disappointment of a dear, though irrational hope, with a strong sense of ill-usage. Her heart was sore and angry, and she was capable only of angry consolations. The sister with whom she was used to be on easy terms was now become her greatest enemy: they were alienated from each other; and Julia was not superior to the hope of some distressing end to the attentions which were still carrying on there, some punishment to Maria for conduct so shameful towards herself as well as towards Mr.
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Rushworth. With no material fault of temper, or difference of opinion, to prevent their being very good friends while their interests were the same, the sisters, under such a trial as this, had not affection or principle enough to make them merciful or just, to give them honour or compassion. Maria felt her triumph, and pursued her purpose, careless of Julia; and Julia could never see Maria distinguished by Henry Crawford without trusting that it would create jealousy, and bring a public disturbance at last.
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
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Mr. Knightley, a sensible man about seven or eight-and-thirty, was not only a very old and intimate friend of the family, but particularly connected with it, as the elder brother of Isabella's husband. He lived about a mile from Highbury, was a frequent visitor, and always welcome, and at this time more welcome than usual, as coming directly from their mutual connexions in London. He had returned to a late dinner, after some days' absence, and now walked up to Hartfield to say that all were well in Brunswick Square. It was a happy circumstance, and animated Mr
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. Woodhouse for some time. Mr. Knightley had a cheerful manner, which always did him good; and his many inquiries after "poor Isabella" and her children were answered most satisfactorily. When this was over, Mr. Woodhouse gratefully observed, "It is very kind of you, Mr. Knightley, to come out at this late hour to call upon us. I am afraid you must have had a shocking walk." "Not at all, sir. It is a beautiful moonlight night; and so mild that I must draw back from your great fire." "But you must have found it very damp and dirty. I wish you may not catch cold." "Dirty, sir! Look at my shoes. Not a speck on them."
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Mr. Knightley, a sensible man about seven or eight-and-thirty, was not only a very old and intimate friend of the family, but particularly connected with it, as the elder brother of Isabella's husband. He lived about a mile from Highbury, was a frequent visitor, and always welcome, and at this time more welcome than usual, as coming directly from their mutual connexions in London. He had returned to a late dinner, after some days' absence, and now walked up to Hartfield to say that all were well in Brunswick Square. It was a happy circumstance, and animated Mr
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. Woodhouse for some time. Mr. Knightley had a cheerful manner, which always did him good; and his many inquiries after "poor Isabella" and her children were answered most satisfactorily. When this was over, Mr. Woodhouse gratefully observed, "It is very kind of you, Mr. Knightley, to come out at this late hour to call upon us. I am afraid you must have had a shocking walk." "Not at all, sir. It is a beautiful moonlight night; and so mild that I must draw back from your great fire." "But you must have found it very damp and dirty. I wish you may not catch cold." "Dirty, sir! Look at my shoes. Not a speck on them."
Sunday, January 6, 2008
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Naught,' said he, `but to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.'
`Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?' I observed.
`Ah--nay,' he drawled.
`Who then?'
`Heathcliff.'
I asked if he liked Mr Heathcliff.
`Ay!' he answered again.
Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences--`I known't: he pays dad back what he gies to me--he curses daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will.'
`And the curate does not teach you to read and write then?' I pursued.
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`No, I was told the curate should have his--teeth dashed down his throat,--if he stepped over the threshold--Heathcliff had promised that!'
I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the doorstones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised
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Naught,' said he, `but to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.'
`Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?' I observed.
`Ah--nay,' he drawled.
`Who then?'
`Heathcliff.'
I asked if he liked Mr Heathcliff.
`Ay!' he answered again.
Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences--`I known't: he pays dad back what he gies to me--he curses daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will.'
`And the curate does not teach you to read and write then?' I pursued.
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`No, I was told the curate should have his--teeth dashed down his throat,--if he stepped over the threshold--Heathcliff had promised that!'
I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the doorstones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised
Monday, December 31, 2007
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Anything to equal the low cunning of his visage, and of his shadowless eyes without the ghost of an eyelash, I never saw. ¡¡¡¡'Come then!' said I. 'For the sake of Miss Wickfield -' ¡¡¡¡'My Agnes!' he exclaimed, with a sickly, angular contortion of himself. 'Would you be so good as call her Agnes, Master Copperfield!' ¡¡¡¡'For the sake of Agnes Wickfield - Heaven bless her!' ¡¡¡¡'Thank you for that blessing, Master Copperfield!'he interposed. ¡¡¡¡'I will tell you what I should, under any other circumstances,
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as soon have thought of telling to - Jack Ketch.' ¡¡¡¡'To who, sir?' said Uriah, stretching out his neck, and shading his ear with his hand. ¡¡¡¡'To the hangman,' I returned. 'The most unlikely person I could think of,' - though his own face had suggested the allusion quite as a natural sequence. 'I am engaged to another young lady. I hope that contents you.' ¡¡¡¡'Upon your soul?' said Uriah. ¡¡¡¡I was about indignantly to give my assertion the confirmation he required, when he caught hold of my hand, and gave it a squeeze.
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Anything to equal the low cunning of his visage, and of his shadowless eyes without the ghost of an eyelash, I never saw. ¡¡¡¡'Come then!' said I. 'For the sake of Miss Wickfield -' ¡¡¡¡'My Agnes!' he exclaimed, with a sickly, angular contortion of himself. 'Would you be so good as call her Agnes, Master Copperfield!' ¡¡¡¡'For the sake of Agnes Wickfield - Heaven bless her!' ¡¡¡¡'Thank you for that blessing, Master Copperfield!'he interposed. ¡¡¡¡'I will tell you what I should, under any other circumstances,
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as soon have thought of telling to - Jack Ketch.' ¡¡¡¡'To who, sir?' said Uriah, stretching out his neck, and shading his ear with his hand. ¡¡¡¡'To the hangman,' I returned. 'The most unlikely person I could think of,' - though his own face had suggested the allusion quite as a natural sequence. 'I am engaged to another young lady. I hope that contents you.' ¡¡¡¡'Upon your soul?' said Uriah. ¡¡¡¡I was about indignantly to give my assertion the confirmation he required, when he caught hold of my hand, and gave it a squeeze.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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¡¡¡¡'What do you suppose he meant?' ¡¡¡¡'Mas'r Davy,' he replied, 'I've put the question to myself a mort o' times, and never found no answer. And theer's one curious thing - that, though he is so pleasant, I wouldn't fare to feel comfortable to try and get his mind upon 't. He never said a wured to me as warn't as dootiful as dootiful could be, and it ain't likely as he'd begin to speak any other ways now; but it's fur from being fleet water in his mind, where them thowts lays. It's deep, sir, and I can't see down.' ¡¡¡¡'You are right,' said I, 'and that has sometimes made me anxious.' ¡¡¡¡'And me too, Mas'r Davy,' he rejoined. 'Even more so, I do assure you, than his ventersome ways, though both belongs to the alteration in him. I doen't know as he'd do violence under
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¡¡¡¡'What do you suppose he meant?' ¡¡¡¡'Mas'r Davy,' he replied, 'I've put the question to myself a mort o' times, and never found no answer. And theer's one curious thing - that, though he is so pleasant, I wouldn't fare to feel comfortable to try and get his mind upon 't. He never said a wured to me as warn't as dootiful as dootiful could be, and it ain't likely as he'd begin to speak any other ways now; but it's fur from being fleet water in his mind, where them thowts lays. It's deep, sir, and I can't see down.' ¡¡¡¡'You are right,' said I, 'and that has sometimes made me anxious.' ¡¡¡¡'And me too, Mas'r Davy,' he rejoined. 'Even more so, I do assure you, than his ventersome ways, though both belongs to the alteration in him. I doen't know as he'd do violence under
oil painting any circumstances, but I hope as them two may be kep asunders.' ¡¡¡¡We had come, through Temple Bar, into the city. Conversing no more now, and walking at my side, he yielded himself up to the one aim of his devoted life, and went on, with that hushed concentration of his faculties which would have made his figure solitary in a multitude. We were not far from Blackfriars Bridge, when he turned his head and pointed to a solitary female figure flitting along the opposite side of the street. I knew it, readily, to be the figure that we sought.
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