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the sacrifice of any real pleasure, that time, of course, never came. They took their cheerful rides in the fine mornings of April and May; and Fanny either sat at home the whole day with one aunt, or walked beyond her strength at the instigation of the other: Lady Bertram holding exercise to be as unnecessary for everybody as it was unpleasant to herself; and Mrs. Norris, who was walking all day, thinking everybody ought to walk as much. Edmund was absent at this
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time, or the evil would have been earlier remedied. When he returned, to understand how Fanny was situated, and perceived its ill effects, there seemed with him but one thing to be done; and that "Fanny must have a horse" was the resolute declaration with which he opposed whatever could be urged by the supineness of his mother, or the economy of his aunt, to make it appear unimportant. Mrs. Norris could not help thinking that some steady old thing might be found among the numbers belonging to the Park that would do vastly well; or that one might be borrowed of the steward; or that perhaps Dr. Grant might now
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Poirot met two people on his way home.The first was Mr Jefferson Cope. "M.Hercule Poirot?My name's Jefferson Cope." The two men shook hands ceremoniously. Then,falling into step beside Poirot,Mr Cope explained: "It's just got roundto me that you're making a kind of routine inquiry into the death of my oldfriend Mrs Boynton.That certainly was a shocking business.Of course,mind you,theold lady ought never to have undertaken such a fatiguing journey.But she washeadstrong,M.Poirot.Her family could do nothing with her.She was by way
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of beinga household tyrant -had had her own way too long,I guess.It certainly is truewhat she said went.Yes,sir,that certainly was true." There was a momentary pause. "I'd just like to tell you,M.Poirot,that I'm an old friend of the Boyntonfamily.Naturally they're all a good deal upset over this business;they're atrifle nervous and highly strung,too,you know,so if there are any arrangementsto be made -necessary formalities,arrangements for the funeral -transport of thebody to Jerusalem,why,I"ll take as much trouble as I can off their hands.Justcall upon me for anything that needs doing." "I am sure the family will appreciate your offer,"said Poirot.He added,"You
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Poirot met two people on his way home.The first was Mr Jefferson Cope. "M.Hercule Poirot?My name's Jefferson Cope." The two men shook hands ceremoniously. Then,falling into step beside Poirot,Mr Cope explained: "It's just got roundto me that you're making a kind of routine inquiry into the death of my oldfriend Mrs Boynton.That certainly was a shocking business.Of course,mind you,theold lady ought never to have undertaken such a fatiguing journey.But she washeadstrong,M.Poirot.Her family could do nothing with her.She was by way
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of beinga household tyrant -had had her own way too long,I guess.It certainly is truewhat she said went.Yes,sir,that certainly was true." There was a momentary pause. "I'd just like to tell you,M.Poirot,that I'm an old friend of the Boyntonfamily.Naturally they're all a good deal upset over this business;they're atrifle nervous and highly strung,too,you know,so if there are any arrangementsto be made -necessary formalities,arrangements for the funeral -transport of thebody to Jerusalem,why,I"ll take as much trouble as I can off their hands.Justcall upon me for anything that needs doing." "I am sure the family will appreciate your offer,"said Poirot.He added,"You
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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¡¡¡¡'I couldn't have any other dog but Jip,' said Dora. 'It would be so unkind to Jip! Besides, I couldn't be such friends with any other dog but Jip; because he wouldn't have known me before I was married, and wouldn't have barked at Doady when he first came to our house. I couldn't care for any other dog but Jip, I am afraid, aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'To be sure!' said my aunt, patting her cheek again. 'You are right.' ¡¡¡¡'You are not offended,' said Dora. 'Are you?' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what a sensitive pet it is!' cried my aunt, bending over her affectionately. 'To think that I could be offended!' ¡¡¡¡'No, no, I didn't really think so,' returned Dora; 'but I am a little tired, and it made me silly for a moment - I am always a silly little thing, you know, but it made me more silly - to talk about Jip.
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He has known me in all that has happened to me, haven't you, Jip? And I couldn't bear to slight him, because he was a little altered - could I, Jip?' ¡¡¡¡Jip nestled closer to his mistress, and lazily licked her hand. ¡¡¡¡'You are not so old, Jip, are you, that you'll leave your mistress yet?' said Dora. 'We may keep one another company a little longer!' ¡¡¡¡My pretty Dora! When she came down to dinner on the ensuing Sunday, and was so glad to see old Traddles (who always dined with us on Sunday), we thought she would be 'running about as she
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¡¡¡¡'I couldn't have any other dog but Jip,' said Dora. 'It would be so unkind to Jip! Besides, I couldn't be such friends with any other dog but Jip; because he wouldn't have known me before I was married, and wouldn't have barked at Doady when he first came to our house. I couldn't care for any other dog but Jip, I am afraid, aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'To be sure!' said my aunt, patting her cheek again. 'You are right.' ¡¡¡¡'You are not offended,' said Dora. 'Are you?' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what a sensitive pet it is!' cried my aunt, bending over her affectionately. 'To think that I could be offended!' ¡¡¡¡'No, no, I didn't really think so,' returned Dora; 'but I am a little tired, and it made me silly for a moment - I am always a silly little thing, you know, but it made me more silly - to talk about Jip.
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He has known me in all that has happened to me, haven't you, Jip? And I couldn't bear to slight him, because he was a little altered - could I, Jip?' ¡¡¡¡Jip nestled closer to his mistress, and lazily licked her hand. ¡¡¡¡'You are not so old, Jip, are you, that you'll leave your mistress yet?' said Dora. 'We may keep one another company a little longer!' ¡¡¡¡My pretty Dora! When she came down to dinner on the ensuing Sunday, and was so glad to see old Traddles (who always dined with us on Sunday), we thought she would be 'running about as she
Monday, December 31, 2007
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'Still,' resumed Miss Murdstone, 'I found no proof until last night. It appeared to me that Miss Spenlow received too many letters from her friend Miss Mills; but Miss Mills being her friend with her father's full concurrence,' another telling blow at Mr. Spenlow, 'it was not for me to interfere. If I may not be permitted to allude to the natural depravity of the human heart, at least I may - I must - be permitted, so far to refer to misplaced confidence.' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Spenlow apologetically murmured his assent.
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¡¡¡¡'Last evening after tea,' pursued Miss Murdstone, 'I observed the little dog starting, rolling, and growling about the drawing-room, worrying something. I said to Miss Spenlow, "Dora, what is that the dog has in his mouth? It's paper." Miss Spenlow immediately put her hand to her frock, gave a sudden cry, and ran to the dog. I interposed, and said, "Dora, my love, you must permit me." ' ¡¡¡¡Oh Jip, miserable Spaniel, this wretchedness, then, was your work! ¡¡¡¡'Miss Spenlow endeavoured,' said Miss Murdstone, 'to bribe me with kisses, work-boxes, and small articles of jewellery - that, of course, I pass over. The little dog retreated under the sofa on my approaching him, and was with great difficulty dislodged by the fire-irons. Even when dislodged, he still kept the letter in his mouth; and on my endeavouring to take it from him
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'Still,' resumed Miss Murdstone, 'I found no proof until last night. It appeared to me that Miss Spenlow received too many letters from her friend Miss Mills; but Miss Mills being her friend with her father's full concurrence,' another telling blow at Mr. Spenlow, 'it was not for me to interfere. If I may not be permitted to allude to the natural depravity of the human heart, at least I may - I must - be permitted, so far to refer to misplaced confidence.' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Spenlow apologetically murmured his assent.
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¡¡¡¡'Last evening after tea,' pursued Miss Murdstone, 'I observed the little dog starting, rolling, and growling about the drawing-room, worrying something. I said to Miss Spenlow, "Dora, what is that the dog has in his mouth? It's paper." Miss Spenlow immediately put her hand to her frock, gave a sudden cry, and ran to the dog. I interposed, and said, "Dora, my love, you must permit me." ' ¡¡¡¡Oh Jip, miserable Spaniel, this wretchedness, then, was your work! ¡¡¡¡'Miss Spenlow endeavoured,' said Miss Murdstone, 'to bribe me with kisses, work-boxes, and small articles of jewellery - that, of course, I pass over. The little dog retreated under the sofa on my approaching him, and was with great difficulty dislodged by the fire-irons. Even when dislodged, he still kept the letter in his mouth; and on my endeavouring to take it from him
Friday, December 28, 2007
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¡¡¡¡The general air of the place reminded me forcibly of the days when I lived with Mr. and Mrs. Micawber. An indescribable character of faded gentility that attached to the house I sought, and made it unlike all the other houses in the street - though they were all built on one monotonous pattern, and looked like the early copies of a blundering boy who was learning to make houses, and had not yet got out of his cramped brick-and-mortar pothooks - reminded me still more of Mr. and Mrs. Micawber. Happening to arrive at the door as it was opened to the afternoon milkman, I was reminded of Mr. and Mrs. Micawber more forcibly yet. ¡¡¡¡'Now,' said the milkman to a very youthful servant girl. 'Has that there little bill of mine been heerd on?' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, maste
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r says he'll attend to it immediate,' was the reply. ¡¡¡¡'Because,' said the milkman, going on as if he had received no answer, and speaking, as I judged from his tone, rather for the edification of somebody within the house, than of the youthful servant - an impression which was strengthened by his manner of glaring down the passage - 'because that there little bill has been running so long, that I begin to believe it's run away altogether, and never won't be heerd of. Now, I'm not a going to stand it, you know!' said the milkman, still throwing his voice into the house, and glaring down the passage. ¡¡¡¡As to his dealing in the mild article of milk, by the by, there never was a greater anomaly. His deportment would have been fierce in a butcher or a brandy-merchant.
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¡¡¡¡The general air of the place reminded me forcibly of the days when I lived with Mr. and Mrs. Micawber. An indescribable character of faded gentility that attached to the house I sought, and made it unlike all the other houses in the street - though they were all built on one monotonous pattern, and looked like the early copies of a blundering boy who was learning to make houses, and had not yet got out of his cramped brick-and-mortar pothooks - reminded me still more of Mr. and Mrs. Micawber. Happening to arrive at the door as it was opened to the afternoon milkman, I was reminded of Mr. and Mrs. Micawber more forcibly yet. ¡¡¡¡'Now,' said the milkman to a very youthful servant girl. 'Has that there little bill of mine been heerd on?' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, maste
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r says he'll attend to it immediate,' was the reply. ¡¡¡¡'Because,' said the milkman, going on as if he had received no answer, and speaking, as I judged from his tone, rather for the edification of somebody within the house, than of the youthful servant - an impression which was strengthened by his manner of glaring down the passage - 'because that there little bill has been running so long, that I begin to believe it's run away altogether, and never won't be heerd of. Now, I'm not a going to stand it, you know!' said the milkman, still throwing his voice into the house, and glaring down the passage. ¡¡¡¡As to his dealing in the mild article of milk, by the by, there never was a greater anomaly. His deportment would have been fierce in a butcher or a brandy-merchant.
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