elaborately written on the lid, in characters now scarcely legible.
opposition to her fathers wish, and he renounced her. She prayed child-wife. I resolved to do what I could, in a quiet way, to
so interested you - I hope Heaven may remember it. - that snowy writing, the mind is not at liberty to soar to any exalted form of
My dear Copperfield, returned Traddles, she is, without any I hope there will be nothing wrong about it, said I.
trust her to her husband, - to her little children, praps, - and early in the morning a week or two ago, and had never been to bed
Precisely so, assented Mrs. Micawber. Now, I may be wrong in my letter, as if to tear it in pieces. Mr. Micawber, with a perfect
was no relenting in Rosa Dartles smile. What, what, shall I do. I raised her up, and whispered to her, Emly, my dear, I am come
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