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Donwell; she forgot to attempt to listen; and when Mrs. Weston ended with, "We have not yet had the letter we are so anxious for, you know, but I hope it will soon come," she was obliged to pause before she answered, and at last obliged to answer at random, before she could at all recollect what letter it was which they were so anxious for. 　　
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"Are you well, my Emma?" was Mrs. Weston's parting question. 　　 "Oh! perfectly. I am always well, you know. Be sure to give me intelligence of the letter as soon as possible." 　　 Mrs. Weston's communications furnished Emma with more food for unpleasant reflection, by increasing her esteem and compassion, and her sense of past injustice towards Miss Fairfax. She bitterly regretted not having sought a closer

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¡¡¡¡I thought Mr. Dick would have fallen, insensible. My aunt being resolute, I went out and got the ale myself. As it was growing late, Peggotty and Mr. Dick took that opportunity of repairing to the chandler's shop together. I parted from him, poor fellow, at the corner of the street, with his great kite at his back, a very monument of human misery. ¡¡¡¡My aunt was walking up and down the room when I returned, crimping the borders of her nightcap with her fingers. I warmed the ale a
oil paintingnd made the toast on the usual infallible principles. When it was ready for her, she was ready for it, with her nightcap on, and the skirt of her gown turned back on her knees. ¡¡¡¡'My dear,' said my aunt, after taking a spoonful of it; 'it's a great deal better than wine. Not half so bilious.' ¡¡¡¡I suppose I looked doubtful, for she added: ¡¡¡¡'Tut, tut, child. If nothing worse than Ale happens to us, we are well off.' ¡¡¡¡'I should think so myself, aunt, I am sure,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Well, then, why DON'T you think so?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Because you and I are very different people,' I returned. ¡¡¡¡'Stuff and nonsense, Trot!' replied my aunt. ¡¡¡¡MY aunt went on with a quiet enjoyment, in which there was very little affectation, if any; drinking the warm ale with a tea-spoon, and soaking her strips of toast in it. ¡¡¡¡'Trot,' said she, 'I don't care for strange faces in general, but I rather like that Barkis of yours, do you know!'