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the gentler sex; and my aunt, utterly indifferent to spasms on the
when I made bold to say that I feared, then, there was no way of
soliciting his best indulgence. Mr. T. can form no adequate idea foot of the bed, nursing his leg, You know, Trotwood, I dont want
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of me, use me for their amusement, throw me away when they are
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no interruption, but remained throughout perfectly still. He
Peggotty on the roof, through the tears she tried to repress, and But these writings, you know, that I speak of, are already drawn
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