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it's a pity,you know,to give in!One must stand up for one's rights." Carol murmured: "You don't understand -you don't understand in theleast......" Her hands twisted together nervously. Sarah went on: "One gives in sometimes because one is afraid of rows.Rowsare very unpleasant,but I think freedom of action is always worth fighting for." "Freedom?"Carol stared at her."None of us have ever been free.We never willbe." "Nonsense!"said Sarah clearly. Carol leaned forward and touched her arm.
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"Listen,I must try and make you understand!Before her marriage my mother -she's my stepmother really -was a wardress in a prison.My father was theGovernor and he married her.Well,it's been like that ever since.She's gone onbeing a wardress -to us.That's why our life is just -being in prison!" Her head jerked round again. "they've missed me.I -I must go." Sarah caught her by the arm as she was darting off. "One minute.We must met again and talk." "I can't.I shan't be able to." "Yes,you can."She spoke authoritatively."Come to my room after you go tobed.It's 319.Don't forget 319." She released her hold.Carol ran off after her family.

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Miss Mills had a wonderful flow of words, and liked to pour them out. I could not help feeling, though she mingled her tears with mine, that she had a dreadful luxury in our afflictions. She petted them, as I may say, and made the most of them. A deep gulf, she observed, had opened between Dora and me, and Love could only span it with its rainbow. Love must suffer in this stern world; it ever had been so, it ever would be so. No matter, Miss Mills remarked. Hearts confined by cobwebs would burst at last, and then Love was avenged. ¡¡¡¡This was small consolation, but Miss Mills wouldn't encourage fallacious hopes. She made me much more wretched than I was before, and I felt (and told her with the deepest gratitude) that she was indeed a friend. We resolved that she should
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go to Dora the first thing in the morning, and find some means of assuring her, either by looks or words, of my devotion and misery. We parted, overwhelmed with grief; and I think Miss Mills enjoyed herself completely. ¡¡¡¡I confided all to my aunt when I got home; and in spite of all she could say to me, went to bed despairing. I got up despairing, and went out despairing. It was Saturday morning, and I went straight to the Commons. ¡¡¡¡I was surprised, when I came within sight of our office-door, to see the ticket-porters standing outside talking together, and some half-dozen stragglers gazing at the windows which were shut up. I quickened my pace, and, passing among them, wondering at their looks, went hurriedly in.

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¡¡¡¡This is a digression. I was not the man to touch the Commons, and bring down the country. I submissively expressed, by my silence, my acquiescence in all I had heard from my superior in years and knowledge; and we talked about The Stranger and the Drama, and the pairs of horses, until we came to Mr. Spenlow's gate. ¡¡¡¡There was a lovely garden to Mr. Spenlow's house; and though that was not the best time of the year for seeing a garden, it was so beautifully kept, that I was quite enchanted.
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There was a charming lawn, there were clusters of trees, and there were perspective walks that I could just distinguish in the dark, arched over with trellis-work, on which shrubs and flowers grew in the growing season. 'Here Miss Spenlow walks by herself,' I thought. 'Dear me!' ¡¡¡¡We went into the house, which was cheerfully lighted up, and into a hall where there were all sorts of hats, caps, great-coats, plaids, gloves, whips, and walking-sticks. 'Where is Miss Dora?' said Mr. Spenlow to the servant. 'Dora!' I thought. 'What a beautiful name!'

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van gogh paintingcarrying me on his back and a small box of ours under his arm, and Peggotty carrying another small box of ours, we turned down lanes bestrewn with bits of chips and little hillocks of sand, and went past gas-works, rope-walks, boat-builders' yards, shipwrights' yards, ship-breakers' yards, caulkers' yards, riggers' lofts, smiths' forges, and a great litter of such places, until we came out upon the dull waste I had already seen at a distance; when Ham said, ¡¡¡¡'Yon's our house, Mas'r Davy!' ¡¡¡¡I looked in all directions, as far as I could stare over the wilderness, and away at the sea, and away at the river, but no house
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could I make out. There was a black barge, or some other kind of superannuated boat, not far off, high and dry on the ground, with an iron funnel sticking out of it for a chimney and smoking very cosily; but nothing else in the way of a habitation that was visible to me. ¡¡¡¡'That's not it?' said I. 'That ship-looking thing?' ¡¡¡¡'That's it, Mas'r Davy,' returned Ham. ¡¡¡¡If it had been Aladdin's palace, roc's egg and all, I suppose I could not have been more charmed with the romantic idea of living in it. There was a delightful door cut in the side, and it was roofed in, and there were little windows in it; but the wonderful charm of it was, that it was a real boat which had no doubt been upon the water hundreds of times, and which had never been intended