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Mrs Linton is now just recovering,' I said; `she'll never be like she was, but her life is spared; and if you really have a regard for her, you'll shun crossing her way again: nay, you'll move out of this country entirely; and that you may not regret it, I'll inform you Catherine Linton is as different now from your old friend Catherine Earnshaw, as that young lady is different from me. Her appearance is changed greatly, her character much more so; and the person who is compelled, of necessity, to be her companion, will only sustain his affection hereafter by the remembrance of what she once was, by common humanity, and a sense of duty!'
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`That is quite possible,' remarked Heathcliff, forcing himself to seem calm: `quite possible that your master should have nothing but common humanity and a sense of duty to fall back upon. But do you imagine that I shall leave Catherine to his duty and humanity? and can you compare my feelings respecting Catherine to his? Before you leave this house, I must exact a promise from you, that you'll get me an interview with her: consent or refuse, I will see her! What do you say?'
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Wednesday, January 2, 2008
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¡¡¡¡'Good God!' cried Traddles, looking up. 'It's Copperfield!' and rushed into my arms, where I held him tight. ¡¡¡¡'All well, my dear Traddles?' ¡¡¡¡'All well, my dear, dear Copperfield, and nothing but good news!' ¡¡¡¡We cried with pleasure, both of us. ¡¡¡¡'My dear fellow,' said Traddles, rumpling his hair in his excitement, which was a most unnecessary operation, 'my dearest Copperfield, my long-lost and most welcome friend, how glad I am to see you! How brown you are! How glad I am! Upon my life and honour, I never was so rejoiced, my beloved Copperfield, never!' ¡¡¡¡I was equally at a loss to express my emotions. I was quite unable to speak, at first. ¡¡¡¡'My dear fellow!' said Traddles. 'And grown so famous! My glorious Copperfield! Good gracious me, WHEN did you come, WHERE have you come from, WHAT have you been doing?' ¡¡¡¡Never pausing for an answer to anything he said, Tra
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ddles, who had clapped me into an easy-chair by the fire, all this time impetuously stirred the fire with one hand, and pulled at my neck-kerchief with the other, under some wild delusion that it was a great-coat. Without putting down the poker, he now hugged me again; and I hugged him; and, both laughing, and both wiping our eyes, we both sat down, and shook hands across the hearth. ¡¡¡¡'To think,' said Traddles, 'that you should have been so nearly coming home as you must have been, my dear old boy, and not at the ceremony!' ¡¡¡¡'What ceremony, my dear Traddles?' ¡¡¡¡'Good gracious me!' cried Traddles, opening his eyes in his old way. 'Didn't you get my last letter?'
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¡¡¡¡'Good God!' cried Traddles, looking up. 'It's Copperfield!' and rushed into my arms, where I held him tight. ¡¡¡¡'All well, my dear Traddles?' ¡¡¡¡'All well, my dear, dear Copperfield, and nothing but good news!' ¡¡¡¡We cried with pleasure, both of us. ¡¡¡¡'My dear fellow,' said Traddles, rumpling his hair in his excitement, which was a most unnecessary operation, 'my dearest Copperfield, my long-lost and most welcome friend, how glad I am to see you! How brown you are! How glad I am! Upon my life and honour, I never was so rejoiced, my beloved Copperfield, never!' ¡¡¡¡I was equally at a loss to express my emotions. I was quite unable to speak, at first. ¡¡¡¡'My dear fellow!' said Traddles. 'And grown so famous! My glorious Copperfield! Good gracious me, WHEN did you come, WHERE have you come from, WHAT have you been doing?' ¡¡¡¡Never pausing for an answer to anything he said, Tra
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ddles, who had clapped me into an easy-chair by the fire, all this time impetuously stirred the fire with one hand, and pulled at my neck-kerchief with the other, under some wild delusion that it was a great-coat. Without putting down the poker, he now hugged me again; and I hugged him; and, both laughing, and both wiping our eyes, we both sat down, and shook hands across the hearth. ¡¡¡¡'To think,' said Traddles, 'that you should have been so nearly coming home as you must have been, my dear old boy, and not at the ceremony!' ¡¡¡¡'What ceremony, my dear Traddles?' ¡¡¡¡'Good gracious me!' cried Traddles, opening his eyes in his old way. 'Didn't you get my last letter?'
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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african abstract painting My stool was such a tower of observation, that as I watched him reading on again, after this rapturous exclamation, and following up the lines with his forefinger, I observed that his nostrils, which were thin and pointed, with sharp dints in them, had a singular and most uncomfortable way of expanding and contracting themselves - that they seemed to twinkle instead of his eyes, which hardly ever twinkled at all. ¡¡¡¡'I suppose you are quite a great lawyer?' I said, after looking at him for some time. ¡¡¡¡'Me, Master Copperfield?' said Uriah. 'Oh, no! I'm a very umble person.' ¡¡¡¡It was no fancy of mine about his hands, I observed; for he frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze them dry and warm, besides often wiping them, in a stealthy way, on his pocket-handkerchief. ¡¡¡¡'I am well aware that I am the umblest person going,' said Uriah Heep, modestly; 'let the other be where he may.
oil painting My mother is likewise a very umble person. We live in a numble abode, Master Copperfield, but have much to be thankful for. My father's former calling was umble. He was a sexton.' ¡¡¡¡'What is he now?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'He is a partaker of glory at present, Master Copperfield,' said Uriah Heep. 'But we have much to be thankful for. How much have I to be thankful for in living with Mr. Wickfield!' ¡¡¡¡I asked Uriah if he had been with Mr. Wickfield long? ¡¡¡¡'I have been with him, going on four year, Master Copperfield,' said Uriah; shutting up his book, after carefully marking the place where he had left off. 'Since a year after my father's death. How much have I to be thankful for, in that! How much have I to be thankful for, in Mr. Wickfield's kind intention to give me my articles, which would otherwise not lay within the umble means of mother and self!'
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african abstract painting My stool was such a tower of observation, that as I watched him reading on again, after this rapturous exclamation, and following up the lines with his forefinger, I observed that his nostrils, which were thin and pointed, with sharp dints in them, had a singular and most uncomfortable way of expanding and contracting themselves - that they seemed to twinkle instead of his eyes, which hardly ever twinkled at all. ¡¡¡¡'I suppose you are quite a great lawyer?' I said, after looking at him for some time. ¡¡¡¡'Me, Master Copperfield?' said Uriah. 'Oh, no! I'm a very umble person.' ¡¡¡¡It was no fancy of mine about his hands, I observed; for he frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze them dry and warm, besides often wiping them, in a stealthy way, on his pocket-handkerchief. ¡¡¡¡'I am well aware that I am the umblest person going,' said Uriah Heep, modestly; 'let the other be where he may.
oil painting My mother is likewise a very umble person. We live in a numble abode, Master Copperfield, but have much to be thankful for. My father's former calling was umble. He was a sexton.' ¡¡¡¡'What is he now?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'He is a partaker of glory at present, Master Copperfield,' said Uriah Heep. 'But we have much to be thankful for. How much have I to be thankful for in living with Mr. Wickfield!' ¡¡¡¡I asked Uriah if he had been with Mr. Wickfield long? ¡¡¡¡'I have been with him, going on four year, Master Copperfield,' said Uriah; shutting up his book, after carefully marking the place where he had left off. 'Since a year after my father's death. How much have I to be thankful for, in that! How much have I to be thankful for, in Mr. Wickfield's kind intention to give me my articles, which would otherwise not lay within the umble means of mother and self!'
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