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    I was to go home next night; not by the mail, but by the heavy

    creature who had won his heart I thought the simple confidence

    don’t remember when Are you sure it was me?’

    when I looked down through the open skylight They left me,

    My shoes were by this time in a woeful condition The soles had

    where he had sat, and mechanically going through the action of

    on with their work Stitch, stitch, stitch At the same time there

    ‘You have heard the “counting-house” mentioned sometimes,’

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    struggling between his desire to represent it to me as a matter of

    quickly with a piece of burning wood, striking out of it a train of

    I knew that, knowing the fellow And yet I did not despise him

    agreeable hours they had passed in Canterbury He proposed me


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    which my very happiness partook in some degree, that it soothed

    broke up He doen’t know wheer he’s going; he doen’t know—

    ‘You’re very kind,’ I gratefully returned ‘I am very much

    I found Uriah in possession of a new, plaster-smelling office,

    It was beautifully clean inside, and as tidy as possible There

    If the house, and every one of us, had tumbled out into the river


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