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single, was highly agreeable; and her chief anxiety was lest Mansfield should not satisfy the habits of a young woman who had been mostly used to London. ¡¡¡¡ Miss Crawford was not entirely free from similar apprehensions, though they arose principally from doubts of her sister's style of living and tone of society; and it was not till after she had tried in vain to persuade her brother to settle with her at his own country house, that she could resolve to hazard herself among her other relations. To anything like a permanence of abode, or limitation of society, Henry Crawford had,
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unluckily, a great dislike: he could not accommodate his sister in an article of such importance; but he escorted her, with the utmost kindness, into Northamptonshire, and as readily engaged to fetch her away again, at half an hour's notice, whenever she were weary of the place. ¡¡¡¡ The meeting was very satisfactory on each side. Miss Crawford found a sister without preciseness or rusticity, a sister's husband who looked the gentleman, and a house commodious and well fitted up; and Mrs. Grant received in those whom she hoped to love better than ever a young man and woman of very prepossessing appearance. Mary Crawford

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¡¡¡¡`Hum - ha - well, if the boy held his tongue because he promised, and not from obstinacy, I'll forgive him. He's a stubborn fellow, and hard to manage, said Mr. Laurence, rubbing up his hair till it looked as if he had been out in a gale, and smoothing the frown from his brow with an air of relief. ¡¡¡¡`So am I; but a kind word will govern me when all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't,' said Jo, trying to say a kind word for her friend, who seemed to get out of one scrape only to fall into another. ¡¡¡¡`You think I'm not kind to him, hey?' was the sharp answer. ¡¡¡¡
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`Oh, dear, no, sir; you are rather too kind sometimes, and then just a trifle hasty when he tries your patience. Don't you think you are?' ¡¡¡¡Jo was determined to have it out now, and tried to look quite placid, though she quaked a little after her bold speech. To her great relief and surprise, the old gentleman only threw his spectacles on to the table, with a rattle, and exclaimed frankly: `You're right, girl, I am! I love the boy, but he tries my patience past bearing, and I don't know how it will end, if we go on so.'

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The count stood like one changed to stone; and, turning to the bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with a gay smile of triumph, ¡¡¡¡"To you, my gallant friends, I can only wish that your wooing may prosper as mine has done; and that you may all win as fair a bride as I have by this masked marriage." ¡¡¡¡S. PICKWICK. ¡¡¡¡Why is the P.C. like the Tower of Babel? It is full of unruly members. ¡¡¡¡THE HISTORY OF A SQUASH. ¡¡¡¡Once upon a time a farmer planted a
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little seed in his garden, and after a while it sprouted and became a vine, and bore many squashes. One day in October, when they were ripe, he picked one and took it to market. A grocerman bought and put it in his shop. That same morning, a little girl, in a brown hat and blue dress, with a round face and a snub nose, went and bought it for her mother. She lugged it home, cut it up, and boiled it in the big pot; mashed some of it, with salt and butter, for dinner; and to the rest she added a pint of milk, two eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg, and some crackers; put it in a deep dish, and baked it till it was brown and nice; and next day it was eaten by a family named March. ¡¡¡¡T. TUPMAN.

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Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child,' said Meg, soothingly. `Mother doesn't wish you to go this week, because your eyes are not well enough yet to bear the light of this fairy piece. Next week you can go with Beth and Hannah, and have a nice time.' ¡¡¡¡`I don't like that half as well as going with you and Laurie. Please let me; I've been sick with this cold so long, and shut up, I'm dying for some fun. Do, Meg! I'll be ever so good,' pleaded Amy, looking as pathetic as she could. ¡¡¡¡`Suppose we take her. I don't believe Mother would mind, if we bundle her up well,' began Meg.
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¡¡¡¡`If she goes I shan't; and if I don't, Laurie won't like it; and it will be very rude, after he invited only us, to go and drag in Amy. I should think she'd hate to poke herself where she isn't wanted,' said Jo, crossly, for she disliked the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child, when she wanted to enjoy herself. Her tone and manner angered Amy, who began to put her boots on, saying, in her most aggravating way, `I shall go; Meg says I may; and if I pay for myself, Laurie hasn't anything to do with it.'

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　　 "Not Harriet's equal!" exclaimed Mr. Knightley loudly and warmly; and with calmer asperity, added, a few moments afterwards, "No, he is not her equal indeed, for he is as much her superior in sense as in situation. Emma, your infatuation about that girl blinds you. What are Harriet Smith's claims, either of birth, nature o
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r education, to any connexion higher than Robert Martin? She is the natural daughter of nobody knows whom, with probably no settled provision at all, and certainly no respectable relations. She is known only as parlour-boarder at a common school. She is not a sensible girl, nor a girl of any information. She has been taught nothing useful, and is too young and too simple to have

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How can we?We've no money." "We can earn money." "How could we?What could we do?I'm untrained.Thousands of men -qualified men-trained men -are out of a job as it is.We couldn't manage it." "I would earn money for both of us." "My dear child,you'd never even completed your training.It's hopeless -impossible." "No,what is hopeless and impossible is our present life." "You don't know what you are talking about.Mother is very good to us.Shegives us every luxury."
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"Except freedom.Lennox,make an effort.Come with me now -today -" "Nadine,I think you're quite mad." "No,I'm sane.Absolutely and completely sane.I want a life of my own,withyou,in the sunshine -not stifled in the shadow of an old woman who is a tyrantand who delights in making you unhappy." "Mother may be rather an autocrat -" "Your mother is mad!She's insane!" He answered mildly: "That's not true.She's got a remarkably good head forbusiness." "Perhaps -yes." "And you must realize,Nadine,she can't live for ever.She's getting old andshe's in very bad health.At her death my father's money is divided equally among

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¡¡¡¡'More than a mile off, Mr. Tiffey,' interposed a junior. ¡¡¡¡'Was it? I believe you are right,' said Tiffey, - 'more than a mile off - not far from the church - lying partly on the roadside, and partly on the path, upon his face. Whether he fell out in a fit, or got out, feeling ill before the fit came on - or even whether he was quite dead then, though there is no doubt he was quite insensible - no one appears to know. If he breathed, certainly he never spoke. Medical assistance was got as soon as possible, but it was quite useless.' ¡¡¡¡I cannot describe the state of mind into which I was thrown by this intelligence. The shock of such an event happening
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so suddenly, and happening to one with whom I had been in any respect at variance - the appalling vacancy in the room he had occupied so lately, where his chair and table seemed to wait for him, and his handwriting of yesterday was like a ghost - the in- definable impossibility of separating him from the place, and feeling, when the door opened, as if he might come in - the lazy hush and rest there was in the office, and the insatiable relish with which our people talked about it, and other people came in and out all day, and gorged themselves with the subject - this is easily intelligible to anyone. What I cannot describe is, how, in the innermost recesses of my own heart, I had a lurking

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"That's just how it was."
"The man had his back to you, you say. So you didn't see his face?"
"No."
"And the woman, you can describe her? Young, old?"
"Youngish. Between thirty and thirty-five, I should think. I couldn't say closer than that."
"Good-looking?"
"That again, I couldn't say. Her face, you see, was all contorted and –"
Miss Marple said quickly:
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"Yes, yes, I quite understand. How was she dressed?"
"She had on a fur coat of some kind, a palish fur. No hat. Her hair was blonde."
"And there was nothing distinctive that you can remember about the man?"
Mrs. McGillicuddy took a little time to think carefully before she replied.
"He was tallish - and dark, I think. He had a heavy coat on so that I couldn't judge his build very well." She added despondently, “It's not really very much to go on."

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There was something particularly uncongenial in the idea of Arabella, who had no more sympathy than a tigress with his relations or him, coming to the bedside of his dying aunt, and meeting Sue. Yet he said, "Of course, if you'd like to, you can." ¡¡¡¡ "Well, that we'll consider.... Now, until we have come to some agreement it is awkward our being together here--where you are known, and I am getting known, though without any suspicion that I have anything to do with you. As we are going towards the station, suppose we take the nine-forty train to Aldbrickham? We shall be there in little more than half an hour, and nobody will know us for one night, and we shall be quite free to act as we choose till we have made up our minds whether we'll make anything public or not."
oil painting¡¡¡¡ "As you like." ¡¡¡¡ "Then wait till I get two or three things. This is my lodging. Sometimes when late I sleep at the hotel where I am engaged, so nobody will think anything of my staying out." ¡¡¡¡ She speedily returned, and they went on to the railway, and made the half-hour's journey to Aldbrickham, where they entered a third-rate inn near the station in time for a late supper. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ IX ¡¡¡¡ ON the morrow between nine and half-past they were journeying back to Christminster, the only two occupants of a compartment in a third-class railway-carriage. Having, like Jude, made rather a hasty toilet to catch the train, Arabella looked a little frowsy, and her face was very far from possessing the animation which had characterized it at the bar the night before. When they came out of the station she found that she still had half an hour to spare before she was due at the bar. They walked in silence a little way out of the town in the direction of Alfredston. Jude looked up the far highway