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"Ah, that is superbe!" said the Princess when she passed by. "I have never heard prettier compositions! Go in and ask him the price of the instrument; but mind, he shall have no more kisses!"
　　"He will have a hundred kisses from the Princess!" said the lady who had been to ask.
　　"I think he is not in his right senses!" said the Princess, and walked on, but when she had gone a little way, she stopped again. "One must encourage art," said she, "I am the Emperor’s daughter. Tell him he shall, as on yesterday, have ten kisses from me, and may take the rest from the ladies of the court."
　　"Oh--but we should not like that at all!" said they. "What are you muttering?" asked the Princess. "If I can kiss him, surely you can. Remember that you owe everything to me." So the ladies were obliged to go to him again.
　　"A hundred kisses from the Princess," said he, "or else let everyone keep his own!"
　　"Stand round!" said she; and all the ladies stood round her whilst the kissing was going on.

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`With him: and I won't be always sent off!' she continued, kindling up. `You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!'
`You are an impertinent little monkey!' exclaimed Mrs Linton, in surprise. `But I'll not believe this idiocy! It is impossible that you can covet the admiration of Heathcliff--that you consider him an agreeable person! I hope I have misunderstood you, Isabella?'
`No, you have not,' said the infatuated girl. `I love him more than ever you loved Edgar; and he might love me, if you would let him!'
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`I wouldn't be you for a kingdom, then!' Catherine declared emphatically: and she seemed to speak sincerely. `Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness. Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation: an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day, as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of his character, child, and nothing else, which makes that dream enter your head. Pray, don't imagine that he

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Mr Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court. He unfastened it and leant out. I suppose they were below, for he exclaimed quickly--`Don't stand there, love! Bring the person in, if it be anyone particular.' Ere long I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew upstairs, breathless and wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.
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`Oh, Edgar, Edgar!' she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. `Oh Edgar, darling! Heathcliff's come back-he is!' And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze.
`Well, well,' cried her husband crossly, `don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure. There is no need to be frantic!'
`I know you didn't like him,' she answered, repressing a little the intensity of her delight. `Yet, for my sake, you must be friends now. Shall I tell him to come up?'
`Here?' he said, `into the parlour?'
`Where else?' she asked.

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If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,' said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November. ¡¡¡¡`I dare say; but nothing pleasant ever does happen in this family,' said Meg, who was out of sorts. `We go grubbing along day after day, without a bit of change, and very little fun. We might as well be in a treadmill.' ¡¡¡¡`My patience, how blue we are!' cried Jo. `I don't much wonder, poor dear, for you see o
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ther girls having splendid times, while you grind, grind, year in and year out. Oh, don't I wish I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're pretty enough and good enough already, so I'd have some rich relation leave you a fortune unexpectedly; then you'd dash out as an heiress, scorn everyone who has slighted you, go abroad and come home my Lady Something, in a blaze of splendour and elegance.'

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mona lisa painting was liable to such sudden variation as might disappoint her nephew in the most reasonable dependence--and Mrs. Weston was at last persuaded to believe, or to say, that it must be by some attack of Mrs. Churchill that he was prevented coming.-- Emma looked at Harriet while the point was under consideration; she behaved very well
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, and betrayed no emotion. 　　 The cold repast was over, and the party were to go out once more to see what had not yet been seen, the old Abbey fish-ponds; perhaps get as far as the clover, which was to be begun cutting on the morrow, or, at any rate, have the pleasure of being hot, and growing cool again.--Mr. Woodhouse, who had already taken

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　 Harriet could not very soon give an intelligible account. She was feeling too much; but at last Emma collected from her enough to understand the sort of meeting, and the sort of pain it was creating. She had seen only Mrs. Martin and the two girls. They had received her doubtingly, if not coolly; and nothing beyond the merest commonplace had been talked almost all the time-- till just at last, when Mrs. Martin's saying, all of a sudden, that she
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thought Miss Smith was grown, had brought on a more interesting subject, and a warmer manner. In that very room she had been measured last September, with her two friends. There were the pencilled marks and memorandums on the wainscot by the window. He had done it. They all seemed to remember the day, the hour, the party, the occasion--to feel the same consciousness, the same regrets--to be ready to return to the same good understanding; and they were just growing again like themselves, (Harriet, as Emma must suspect, as ready as the best of them to be cordial and happy,)

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May its approval beam in that soft eye! 　　 Harriet exactly. Soft is the very word for her eye--of all epithets, the justest that could be given. 　　 Thy ready wit the word will soon supply. 　　 Humph--Harriet's ready wit! All the better. A man must be very much in love, indeed, to describe her so. Ah! Mr. Knightley, I wish you had the benefit of this; I think this would convince you. For once in your life you would be obliged to own yourself mistaken.
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An excellent charade indeed! and very much to the purpose. Things must come to a crisis soon now." 　　 She was obliged to break off from these very pleasant observations, which were otherwise of a sort to run into great length, by the eagerness of Harriet's wondering questions. 　　 "What can it be, Miss Woodhouse?--what can it be? I have not an idea--I cannot guess it in the least. What can it possibly be? Do try to find it out, Miss Woodhouse. Do help me. I never saw any thing so hard. Is it kingdom? I wonder who the friend was--and who could be the young lady. Do you think it is a good one? Can it be woman? 　　 And woman, lovely woman, reigns alone. 　　 Can it be Neptune?

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therefore,that Raymond Boynton is innocent,can we explain his conduct? "And I say,that on the assumption that he is innocent,we can!For I rememberthat fragment of conversation I overheard."You do se,don't you,that she's got tobe killed?"He comes back from his walk and finds her dead and at once his guiltymemory envisages a certain possibility.The plan has been carried out -not by him-but by his fellow-planner.Tout simplement -he suspects that his sister,CarolBoynton,is guilty." "It's a lie,"said Raymond in a low,trembling voice. Poirot went on: "Let us now take the possibility of Carol Boynton being themurderess.What is the evidence against her?She has the same highly-s
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trungtemperament -the kind of temperament that might see such a deed coloured withheroism.It was she to whom Raymond Boynton was talking that night inJerusalem.Carol Boynton returned to the camp at ten minutes past five.Accordingto her own story she went up and spoke to her mother.No one saw her do so.Thecamp was deserted -the boys were asleep.Lady Westholme,Miss Pierce and Mr Copewere exploring caves out of sight of the camp.There was no witness of CarolBoynton's possible action.The time would agree well enough.The case,then,againstCarol Boynton is a perfectly possible one."He paused.Carol had raised herhead,Her eyes looked steadily and sorrowfully into his.

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"We have here,you see,two conflicting statements.Setting aside thepossibility that Miss King may have made a mistake -" Sarah interrupted him."I don't make mistakes.That is,if I had,I would admitto it." Her tone was hard and clear. Poirot bowed to her politely. "Then there are only two possibilities -either Miss King or Mr Boynton islying!Let us examine Raymond Boynton's reasons for so doing.Let us assume thatMiss King was not mistaken and not deliberately lying.What,then,was the sequenceof events?Raymond Boynton returns to the camp,sees his mother sitting at themouth of her cave,goes up to her and finds she is dead.What does he do?Does hecall for help?
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Does he immediately inform the camp of what has happened?No,hewaits a minute or two,then passes on to his tent and joins his family in themarquee and says nothing.Such conduct is exceedingly curious,is it not?" Raymond said in a nervous,sharp voice: "It would be idiotic,of course.That ought to show you that my mother wasalive and well as I've said.Miss King was flustered and upset and made amistake." "One asks oneself,"said Poirot,calmly sweeping on,"whether there couldpossibly be a reason for such conduct?It seems,on the face of it,that RaymondBoynton cannot be guilty,since at the only time he was known to approach hisstepmother that afternoon she had already been dead for some time.Now,supposing

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keeping my eye steadily fixed on her proceedings. Never did any bird flying back to a plundered nest which it had left brimful of chirping young ones, express more complete despair in its anguished cries and flutterings, than she by her single `Oh!' and the change that transfigured her late happy countenance. Mr Linton looked up.
`What is the matter, love? Have you hurt yourself?' he said.
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His tone and look assured her he had not been the discoverer of the hoard.
`No, papa!' she gasped. `Ellen! Ellen! come upstairs-I'm sick!' I obeyed her summons, and accompanied her out.
`Oh, Ellen! you have got them,' she commenced immediately, dropping on her knees, when we were enclosed alone. `Oh, give them to me, and I'll never, never do so again! Don't tell papa. You have not told papa, Ellen? say you have not? I've been exceedingly naughty, but I won't do it any more!'

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¡¡¡¡He gave such a start when I put my hand upon his shoulder, that he made me start too. ¡¡¡¡'You come upon me,' he said, almost angrily, 'like a reproachful ghost!' ¡¡¡¡'I was obliged to announce myself, somehow,' I replied. 'Have I called you down from the stars?' ¡¡¡¡'No,' he answered. 'No.' ¡¡¡¡'Up from anywhere, then?' said I, taking my seat near him. ¡¡¡¡'I was looking at the pictures in the fire,' he returned. ¡¡¡¡'But you are spoiling them for me,' said I, as he stirred it quickly with a piece of burning wood, striking out of it a train of red-hot sparks that went careering up the little chimney, and roaring out into the air. ¡¡¡¡'You would not have seen them,' he returned. 'I detest this mongrel time, neither day nor night. How late you are! Where have you been?' ¡¡
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¡¡'I have been taking leave of my usual walk,' said I. 'And I have been sitting here,' said Steerforth, glancing round the room, 'thinking that all the people we found so glad on the night of our coming down, might - to judge from the present wasted air of the place - be dispersed, or dead, or come to I don't know what harm. David, I wish to God I had had a judicious father these last twenty years!' ¡¡¡¡'My dear Steerforth, what is the matter?' ¡¡¡¡'I wish with all my soul I had been better guided!' he exclaimed. 'I wish with all my soul I could guide myself better!' ¡¡¡¡There was a passionate dejection in his manner that quite amazed me. He was more unlike himself than I could have supposed possible.

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¡¡¡¡MY nearest way to Yarmouth, in coming back from these long walks, was by a ferry. It landed me on the flat between the town and the sea, which I could make straight across, and so save myself a considerable circuit by the high road. Mr. Peggotty's house being on that waste-place, and not a hundred yards out of my track, I always looked in as I went by. Steerforth was pretty sure to be there expecting me, and we went on together through the frosty air and gathering fog towards the twinkling lights of the town. ¡¡¡¡One dark evening, when I was later than usual - for I had, that day, been making my parting visit to Blunderstone,
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as we were now about to return home - I found him alone in Mr. Peggotty's house, sitting thoughtfully before the fire. He was so intent upon his own reflections that he was quite unconscious of my approach. This, indeed, he might easily have been if he had been less absorbed, for footsteps fell noiselessly on the sandy ground outside; but even my entrance failed to rouse him. I was standing close to him, looking at him; and still, with a heavy brow, he was lost in his meditations.

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¡¡¡¡I asked for no more information about Mr. Wickfield, as she offered none, and we conversed on other subjects until we came to Canterbury, where, as it was market-day, my aunt had a great opportunity of insinuating the grey pony among carts, baskets, vegetables, and huckster's goods. The hair-breadth turns and twists we made, drew down upon us a variety of speeches from the people standing about, which were not always complimentary; but my aunt drove on with perfect indifference, and I dare say would have taken her own way with as much coolness through an enemy's country. ¡¡¡¡At length we stopped before a very old house bulging out over the road; a house with long low lattice-windows bulging out still farther, and beams with carved heads on t
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　he ends bulging out too, so that I fancied the whole house was leaning forward, trying to see who was passing on the narrow pavement below. It was quite spotless in its cleanliness. The old-fashioned brass knocker on the low arched door, ornamented with carved garlands of fruit and flowers, twinkled like a star; the two stone steps descending to the door were as white as if they had been covered with fair linen; and all the angles and corners, and carvings and mouldings, and quaint little panes of glass, and quainter little windows, though as old as the hills, were as pure as any snow that ever fell upon the hills.

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The event proved her conjecture right, though it was founded on injustice and error; for Colonel Brandon did come in; and Elinor, who was convinced that solicitude for Marianne brought him thither, and who saw that solicitude in his disturbed and melancholy look, and in his anxious though brief enquiry after her, could not forgive her sister for esteeming him so lightly. 　　
oil painting"I met Mrs. Jennings in Bond Street," said he, after the first salutation, "and she encouraged me to come on; and I was the more easily encouraged, because I thought it probable that I might find you alone, which I was very desirous of doing. My object- my wish- my sole wish in desiring it- I hope, I believe it is- is to be a means of giving comfort:- no, I must not say comfort- not present comfort- but conviction, lasting conviction to your sister's mind. My regard for her, for yourself, for your mother- will you allow me to prove it, by relating some circumstances which nothing but a very sincere regard- nothing but an earnest desire of being useful- I think I am justified- though where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?" He stopped.