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　"And there was nothing to show that he had comeback into the room – perhaps quite late – after midnight?"
　　She stared at him with an air of bewilderment.Father opened his mouth, then shut it again. Either she knew nothing about the Canon's return or she was a highly accomplished actress.
　　"What about his clothes – suits. Were they packed up in his suitcases?"
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　　"No, sir, they were hanging up in the cupboards.He was keeping his room on, you see, sir."
　　"Who did pack them up?" 　"And there was nothing to show that he had comeback into the room – perhaps quite late – after midnight?"
　　She stared at him with an air of bewilderment.Father opened his mouth, then shut it again. Either she knew nothing about the Canon's return or she was a highly accomplished actress.
　　"What about his clothes – suits. Were they packed up in his suitcases?"
　　"No, sir, they were hanging up in the cupboards.He was keeping his room on, you see, sir."
　　"Who did pack them up

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at the imminent risk of being bitten, he kept it between his teeth so pertinaciously as to suffer himself to be held suspended in the air by means of the document. At length I obtained possession of it. After perusing it, I taxed Miss Spenlow with having many such letters in her possession; and ultimately obtained from her the packet which is now in David Copperfield's hand.' ¡¡¡¡Here she ceased; and snapping her reticule again, and shutting her mouth, looked as if she might be broken, but could never be bent. ¡¡¡¡'You have heard Miss Murdstone,' said Mr. Spenlow, turning to me. 'I beg to ask, Mr. Copperfield, if you have anything to say in reply?'
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¡¡¡¡The picture I had before me, of the beautiful little treasure of my heart, sobbing and crying all night - of her being alone, frightened, and wretched, then - of her having so piteously begged and prayed that stony-hearted woman to forgive her - of her having vainly offered her those kisses, work-boxes, and trinkets - of her being in such grievous distress, and all for me - very much impaired the little dignity I had been able to muster. I am afraid I was in a tremulous state for a minute or so, though I did my best to disguise it. ¡¡¡¡'There is nothing I can say, sir,' I returned, 'except that all the blame is mine. Dora -' ¡¡¡¡'Miss Spenlow, if you please,' said her father, majestically. ¡¡¡¡'- was induced and persuaded by me,' I went on, swallowing that colder designation, 'to consent to this concealment, and I bitterly regret it.'

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Naturally the demand for her services was enormous. She could have booked herself up if she chose for about three years ahead. She had been offered enormous sums to go as a permanency. But Lucy had no intention of being a permanency, nor would she book herself for more than six months ahead. And within that period, unknown to her clamouring clients, she always kept certain free periods which enabled her either to take a short luxurious holiday (since she spent nothing otherwise and was handsomely paid and kept) or to accept any position at short notice that happened to take her fancy, either by reason of its character, or because she “liked the people." Since she was now at liberty to pick and choose amongst the vociferous claimants for her services, she went very largely by personal liking. Mere riches would not buy you the services of Lucy Eyelesbarrow. She could pick and choose and she did pick and choose. She enjoyed her life very much and found in it a continual source of entertainment.
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Lucy Eyelesbarrow read and re-read the letter from Miss Marple. She had made Miss Marple's acquaintance two years ago when her services had been retained by Raymond West, the novelist, to go and look after his old aunt who was recovering from pneumonia. Lucy had accepted the job and had gone down to St. Mary Mead. She liked Miss Marple very much. As for Miss Marple, once she had caught a glimpse out of her bedroom window of Lucy Eyelesbarrow really trenching for sweet peas in

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　　 "I did myself the honour of calling in Berkeley Street last Tuesday, and very much regretted that I was not fortunate enough to find yourselves and Mrs. Jennings at home. My card was not lost, I hope." 　　 "But have you not received my notes?" cried Marianne in the wildest anxiety. "Here is some mistake, I am sure- some dreadful mistake. What can be the meaning of it? Tell me, Willoughby; for Heaven's sake tell me; what is the matter?" 　　 He made no reply: his complexion
oil painting changed, and all his embarrassment returned; but as if, on catching the eye of the young lady with whom he had been previously talking, he felt the necessity of instant exertion, he recovered himself again, and after saying, "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town, which you were so good as to send me," turned hastily away with a slight bow, and joined his friend. 　　 Marianne, now looking dreadfully white, and unable to stand, sunk into her chair; and Elinor, expecting every moment to see her faint, tried to screen her from the observation of others, while reviving her with lavender water.