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.30precisely-""Pardon，how was it that you knew the time so accurately?" Mr Partridge looked a little annoyed at being interrupted. "The church clock chimed.I looked at my watch and found I was a minuteslow.That was just before I entered Mrs Ascher's shop." "Were you in the habit of making purchases there?" "Fairly frequently.It was on my way home. About once or twice a week I was in the habit of purchasing two ouncesof John Cotton mild."
"Did you know Mrs Ascher at all?Anything of her circumstances or herhistory?" "Nothing whatever.Beyond my purchase and an occasional remark as to thestate of the weather，I had never spoken to her." "Did you know she had a drunken husband who was in the habit ofthreatening her life?" "No，I knew nothing whatever about her."

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"This distressing intelligence, as you may suppose," observed her ladyship, after giving the substance of it, "has agitated us exceedingly, and we cannot prevent ourselves from being greatly alarmed and apprehensive for the poor invalid, whose state Sir Thomas fears may be very critical; and Edmund kindly proposes attending his brother immediately, but I am happy to add that Sir Thomas will not leave me on this distressing occasion, as it would be too trying for me. We shall greatly miss Edmund in our small circle, but I trust and hope he will find the poor invalid in a less alarming state than might be apprehended, and that he will be able to bring him to Mansfield shortly,
which Sir Thomas proposes should be done, and thinks best on every account, and I flatter myself the poor sufferer will soon be able to bear the removal without material inconvenience or injury. As I have little doubt of your feeling for us, my dear Fanny, under these distressing circumstances, I will write again very soon."

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"This distressing intelligence, as you may suppose," observed her ladyship, after giving the substance of it, "has agitated us exceedingly, and we cannot prevent ourselves from being greatly alarmed and apprehensive for the poor invalid, whose state Sir Thomas fears may be very critical; and Edmund kindly proposes attending his brother immediately, but I am happy to add that Sir Thomas will not leave me on this distressing occasion, as it would be too trying for me. We shall greatly miss Edmund in our small circle, but I trust and hope he will find the poor invalid in a less alarming state than might be apprehended, and that he will be able to bring him to Mansfield shortly,
which Sir Thomas proposes should be done, and thinks best on every account, and I flatter myself the poor sufferer will soon be able to bear the removal without material inconvenience or injury. As I have little doubt of your feeling for us, my dear Fanny, under these distressing circumstances, I will write again very soon."

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Edmund was not unwilling to be persuaded to engage in the business; he wanted to know Fanny's feelings. She had been used to consult him in every difficulty, and he loved her too well to bear to be denied her confidence now; he hoped to be of service to her, he thought he must be of service to her; whom else had she to open her heart to? If she did not need counsel, she must need the comfort of communication. Fanny estranged from him, silent and reserved, was an unnatural state of things; a state which he must break through, and which he could easily learn to think she was wanting him to break through. ¡¡¡¡ "I will speak to her, sir:
I will take the first opportunity of speaking to her alone," was the result of such thoughts as these; and upon Sir Thomas's information of her being at that very time walking alone in the shrubbery, he instantly joined her.

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north-east, that is, to the principal road through the village, must be all laid together, of course; very pretty meadows they are, finely sprinkled with timber. They belong to the living, I suppose; if not, you must purchase them. Then the stream--something must be done with the stream; but I could not quite determine what. I had two or three ideas." ¡¡¡¡ "And I have two or three ideas also," said Edmund, "and one of them is, that very little of your plan for Thornton Lacey will ever be put in practice. I must be satisfied with rather less ornament and beauty.
I think the house and premises may be made comfortable, and given the air of a gentleman's residence, without any very heavy expense, and that must suffice me; and, I hope, may suffice all who care about me."

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Return the necklace! No, my dear Fanny, upon no account. It would be mortifying her severely. There can hardly be a more unpleasant sensation than the having anything returned on our hands which we have given with a reasonable hope of its contributing to the comfort of a friend. Why should she lose a pleasure which she has shewn herself so deserving of?" ¡¡¡¡ "If it had been given to me in the first instance," said Fanny,

"I should not have thought of returning it; but being her brother's present, is not it fair to suppose that she would rather not part with it, when it is not wanted?" ¡¡¡¡ "She must not suppose it not wanted, not acceptable, at least: and its having been originally her brother's gift makes no difference; for as she was not prevented

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of starving peasants! No; the great magician who majestically works out the appointed order of the Creator, never reverses his transformations. "If thou be changed into this shape by the will of God," say the seers to the enchanted, in the wise Arabian stories, "then remain so! But, if thou wear this form through mere passing conjuration, then resume thy former aspect!" Changeless and hopeless, the tumbrils roll along. ¡¡¡¡As the sombre wheels of the six carts go round, they seem to plough up a long crooked furrow among the populace in the streets.
Ridges of faces are thrown to this side and to that, and the ploughs go steadily onward. So used are the regular inhabitants of the houses to the spectacle, that in many windows there are no people, and in some the occupation of the hands is not so much as suspended, while, the eyes survey the faces in the tumbrils. Here and there, the inmate has visitors to see the sight; then he points his finger, with something of the complacency of a curator or authorised exponent, to this cart and to this, and seems to tell who sat here yesterday, and who there the day before.

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Why need you tell me what I have not asked? You are a turnkey at the Conciergerie?" ¡¡¡¡"I am sometimes." ¡¡¡¡"You can be when you choose?" ¡¡¡¡"I can pass in and out when I choose." ¡¡¡¡Sydney Carton filled another glass with brandy, poured it slowly out upon the hearth, and watched it as it dropped. It being all spent, he said, rising: ¡¡¡¡"So far, we have spoken before these two, because it was as well that the merits of the cards should not rest solely between you and me. Come into the dark room here, and let us have one final word alone." WHILE SYDNEY CARTON and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry looked at Jerry in considerable doubt and mistrust.
That honest tradesman's manner of receiving the look, did not inspire confidence; he changed the leg on which he rested, as often as if he had fifty of those limbs, and were trying them all; he examined his finger-nails with a very questionable closeness of attention; and whenever Mr. Lorry's eye caught his, he was taken with that peculiar kind of short cough requiring the hollow of a hand before it, which is seldom, if ever, known to be an infirmity attendant on perfect openness of character.

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Upon a mellow autumn day, about noon, when the ground was perfumed by fallen leaves, and many more, in beautiful tints of yellow, red, and brown, yet hung upon the trees, through which the sun was shining, I arrived at Highgate. I walked the last mile, thinking as I went along of what I had to do; and left the carriage that had followed me all through the night, awaiting orders to advance. ¡¡¡¡The house, when I came up to it, looked just the same. Not a blind was raised; no sign of life was in the dull paved court, with its covered way leading to the disused door.
The wind had quite gone down, and nothing moved. ¡¡¡¡I had not, at first, the courage to ring at the gate; and when I did ring, my errand seemed to me to be expressed in the very sound of the bell. The little parlour-maid came out, with the key in her hand; and looking earnestly at me as she unlocked the gate, said: ¡¡¡¡'I beg your pardon, sir. Are you ill?' ¡¡¡¡'I have been much agitated, and am fatigued.'

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¡¡¡¡'My dear fellow,' said I, 'I never was better pleased to see you. You come to give me the benefit of your sober judgement at a most opportune time. I have received a very singular letter, Traddles, from Mr. Micawber.' ¡¡¡¡'No?' cried Traddles. 'You don't say so? And I have received one from Mrs. Micawber!' ¡¡¡¡With that, Traddles, who was flushed with walking, and whose hair, under the combined effects of exercise and excitement,
stood on end as if he saw a cheerful ghost, produced his letter and made an exchange with me. I watched him into the heart of Mr. Micawber's letter, and returned the elevation of eyebrows with which he said "'Wielding the thunderbolt, or directing the devouring and avenging flame!" Bless me, Copperfield!'- and then entered on the perusal of Mrs. Micawber's epistle.

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'Without a story - really?' inquired Dora, creeping closer to me. ¡¡¡¡'Why should I seek to change,' said I, 'what has been so precious to me for so long! You never can show better than as your own natural self, my sweet Dora; and we'll try no conceited experiments, but go back to our old way, and be happy.' ¡¡¡¡'And be happy!' returned Dora. 'Yes! All day! And you won't mind things going a tiny morsel wrong, sometimes?' ¡¡¡¡'No, no,' said I. 'We must do the best we can.' ¡¡¡¡'And you won't tell me, any more, that we make other people bad,' coaxed Dora; 'will you? Because you know it's so dreadfully cross!' ¡¡¡¡'No, no,' said I.
¡¡¡¡'it's better for me to be stupid than uncomfortable, isn't it?' said Dora. ¡¡¡¡'Better to be naturally Dora than anything else in the world.' ¡¡¡¡'In the world! Ah, Doady, it's a large place!' ¡¡¡¡She shook her head, turned her delighted bright eyes up to mine, kissed me, broke into a merry laugh, and sprang away to put on Jip's new collar.

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I could not have wished for a prettier little wife at the opposite end of the table, but I certainly could have wished, when we sat down, for a little more room. I did not know how it was, but though there were only two of us, we were at once always cramped for room, and yet had always room enough to lose everything in. I suspect it may have been because nothing had a place of its own, except Jip's pagoda, which invariably blocked up the main thoroughfare. On the present occasion, Traddles was so hemmed in by the pagoda and the guitar-case, and Dora's flower-painting, and my writing-table, that I had serious doubts of the possibility of his using his knife and fork; but he protested, with his own good-humour, 'Oceans of room, Copperfield! I assure you,
Oceans!' ¡¡¡¡There was another thing I could have wished, namely, that Jip had never been encouraged to walk about the tablecloth during dinner. I began to think there was something disorderly in his being there at all, even if he had not been in the habit of putting his foot in the salt or the melted butter. On this occasion he seemed to think he was introduced expressly to keep Traddles at bay; and he barked at my old friend, and made short runs at his plate, with such undaunted pertinacity, that he may be said to have engrossed the conversation.

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'I feel it, sir, I assure you,' I returned. 'But I never thought so, before. Sincerely, honestly, indeed, Mr. Spenlow, I never thought so, before. I love Miss Spenlow to that extent -' ¡¡¡¡'Pooh! nonsense!' said Mr. Spenlow, reddening. 'Pray don't tell me to my face that you love my daughter, Mr. Copperfield!' ¡¡¡¡'Could I defend my conduct if I did not, sir?' I returned, with all humility. ¡¡¡¡'Can you defend your conduct if you do, sir?' said Mr. Spenlow,
stopping short upon the hearth-rug. 'Have you considered your years, and my daughter's years, Mr. Copperfield? Have you considered what it is to undermine the confidence that should subsist between my daughter and myself? Have you considered my daughter's station in life, the projects I may contemplate for her advancement, the testamentary intentions I may have with reference to her? Have you considered anything, Mr. Copperfield?' ¡¡¡¡'Very little, sir, I am afraid;' I

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'Trot,' said my aunt at last, when she had finished her tea, and carefully smoothed down her dress, and wiped her lips - 'you needn't go, Barkis! - Trot, have you got to be firm and self-reliant?' ¡¡¡¡'I hope so, aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'What do you think?' inquired Miss Betsey. ¡¡¡¡'I think so, aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'Then why, my love,' said my aunt, looking earnestly at me, 'why do you think I prefer to sit upon this property of mine tonight?' ¡¡¡¡I shook my head, unable to guess.
¡¡¡'Because,' said my aunt, 'it's all I have. Because I'm ruined, my dear!' ¡¡¡¡If the house, and every one of us, had tumbled out into the river together, I could hardly have received a greater shock. ¡¡¡¡'Dick knows it,' said my aunt, laying her hand calmly on my shoulder. 'I am ruined, my dear Trot! All I have in the world is in this room, except the cottage; and that I have left Janet to let. Barkis, I want to get a bed for this gentleman tonight. To save expense, perhaps you can make up something here for myself. Anything will do. It's only for tonight. We'll talk about this, more, tomorrow.'

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In the fervour of this impression, I congratulated Mr. Micawber on the treasure he possessed. So did Traddles. Mr. Micawber extended his hand to each of us in succession, and then covered his face with his pocket-handkerchief, which I think had more snuff upon it than he was aware of. He then returned to the punch, in the highest state of exhilaration. ¡¡¡¡He was full of eloquence. He gave us to understand that in our children we lived again, and that, under the pressure of pecuniary difficulties, any accession to their number was doubly welcome. He said that Mrs. Micawber had latterly had her doubts on this point, but that he had dispelled them, and reassured her.
As to her family, they were totally unworthy of her, and their sentiments were utterly indifferent to him, and they might - I quote his own expression - go to the Devil. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Micawber then delivered a warm eulogy on Traddles. He said Traddles's was a character, to the steady virtues of which he (Mr. Micawber) could lay no claim, but which, he thanked Heaven, he could admire. He feelingly alluded to the young lady, unknown, whom Traddles had honoured with his affection, and who

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他们继续打马前行，谁也不再说话，好像一下子变成了哑巴。突然，路上的乌鸦惊飞起来，从人的脸前掠过，也从马的脸前掠过。
　　“书记，小……”常发一声小心还没喊全，意外的情况已经发生了。
　　甄一然的铁青马在刹那间受到了惊吓，马脖子一甩，身躯跟着一闪……甄一然的左脚脱了镫，而右脚却被卡死在马镫里。铁青马一声嘶鸣，四蹄腾空跃起，狂奔而走，甄一然“哎哟呦”了一声，已从马背上摔下，但右脚仍死死地卡在马镫里。铁青马在狂奔，拖着甄一然，像是拖着一架雪橇冲起一片片学尘，随风弥漫四野……常发伸手去抓铁青马的缰绳，一把没抓住，那马已拖着甄一然跃出几十米远……常发一声长啸，双脚一镫马肚，枣红马如闪电般追出，直奔铁青马而去。两马一前一后，踏风追逐。
　　枣红马与铁青马追平，常发探身出手，早已将铁青马的马缰抓住，朝怀中一兜。铁青马犟不过常发的神力，竖起身躯，如立桩一般定住。
　常发甩蹬下马，脱开甄一然卡在镫子里的脚，将他抱在怀中：“甄书记，甄书记，你……你不要紧吧？”
　　甄一然睁开粘满雪的眼睛，盯住常发不作声。
　　“妈妈的！”常发像疯了般吼着，扑下铁青马。就在这刹那间的工夫，那常发已将剽悍雄骏的铁青马摔了个四脚朝天，顺势按住马头，挥起拳头就要朝下打。
　　“常发，”甄一然终于喊出了声，“你干什么？”
　　常发愤愤然：“你要有事我就毙了这匹马！”
　　“我没事了。今天还得走！”
　　“没事也不能走，今天不吉利！”常发说。