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"I don't think I'd like to give anybody up for a reward," said Bunting, in his slow, dogmatic way.
"Oh, yes, you would, Mr. Bunting," said Chandler confidently. "You'd only be doing what it's the plain duty of everyone - everyone, that is, who's a good citizen. And you'd be getting something for doing it, which is more than most people gets as does their duty."
"A man as gives up someone for a reward is no better than a common informer," went on Bunting obstinately. "And no man 'ud care to be called that! It's different for you, Joe," he added hastily. "It's your job to catch those who've done anything wrong. And a man'd be a fool who'd take refuge - like with you. He'd be walking into the lion's mouth - " Bunting laughed.
And then Daisy broke in coquettishly: "If I'd done anything I wouldn't mind going for help to Mr. Chandler," she said.
And Joe, with eyes kindling, cried, "No. And if you did you needn't be afraid I'd give you up, Miss Daisy!"
And then, to their amazement, there suddenly broke from Mrs. Bunting, sitting with towed head over the table, an exclamation of impatience and anger, and, it seemed to those listening, of pain.

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about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been underdrawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villainous ; old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and,
by way of ornament, three gaudily painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser, reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses.

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impatience to be removed to Mansfield, and experience those comforts of home and family which had been little thought of in uninterrupted health, had probably induced his being conveyed thither too early, as a return of fever came on, and for a week he was in a more alarming state than ever. They were all very seriously frightened. Lady Bertram wrote her daily terrors to her niece, who might now be said to live upon letters, and pass all her time between suffering from that of to-day and looking forward to to-morrow's. Without any particular affection for her eldest cousin, her tenderness of heart made her feel that she could not spare him,
and the purity of her principles added yet a keener solicitude, when she considered how little useful, how little self-denying his life had (apparently) been. ¡¡¡¡ Susan was her only companion and listener on this, as on more common occasions. Susan was always ready to hear and to sympathise. Nobody else could b

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dozen for that queen; no, no, a dozen is more than it is worth. Lady Bertram does not bid a dozen. She will have nothing to say to it. Go on, go on.) By some such improvements as I have suggested (I do not really require you to proceed upon my plan, though, by the bye, I doubt anybody's striking out a better) you may give it a higher character. You may raise it into a _place_. From being the mere gentleman's residence, it becomes, by judicious improvement, the residence of a man of education, taste, modern manners, good connexions. All this may be stamped on it;
and that house receive such an air as to make its owner be set down as the great landholder of the parish by every creature travelling the road; especially as there is no real squire's house to dispute the point--a circumstance, between ourselves, to enhance the value of such a situation in point of privilege and independence beyond all calculation. _You_ think with me, I hope" (turning with a softened voice to Fanny). "Have you ever seen the place?"

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least Robert) by surprise, and I shall lose every one; and what is worse, cook has just been telling me that the turkey, which I particularly wished not to be dressed till Sunday, because I know how much more Dr. Grant would enjoy it on Sunday after the fatigues of the day, will not keep beyond to-morrow. These are something like grievances, and make me think the weather most unseasonably close." "The sweets of housekeeping in a country village!" said Miss Crawford archly. "Commend me to the nurseryman and the poulterer."
¡¡¡¡ "My dear child, commend Dr. Grant to the deanery of Westminster or St. Paul's, and I should be as glad of your nurseryman and poulterer as you could be. But we have no such people in Mansfield. What would you have me do?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh! you can do nothing but what you do already: be plagued very often, and never lose your temper."

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Oh! no doubt he is very sincere in preferring an income ready made, to the trouble of working for one; and has the best intentions of doing nothing all the rest of his days but eat, drink, and grow fat. It is indolence, Mr. Bertram, indeed. Indolence and love of ease; a want of all laudable ambition, of taste for good company, or of inclination to take the trouble of being agreeable, which make men clergymen. A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish--read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work,
and the business of his own life is to dine." ¡¡¡¡ "There are such clergymen, no doubt, but I think they are not so common as to justify Miss Crawford in esteeming it their general character. I suspect that in this comprehensive and (may I say) commonplace censure, you are not judging from yourself, but from prejudiced persons, whose opinions you

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That. At the back there." ¡¡¡¡"With his hand in the girl's?" ¡¡¡¡"Yes." ¡¡¡¡The man cries, "Down, Evremonde To the Guillotine all aristocrats! Down, Evremonde!" ¡¡¡¡"Hush, hush!" the Spy entreats him, timidly. ¡¡¡¡"And why not, citizen?" ¡¡¡¡"He is going to pay the forfeit: it will be paid in five minutes more. Let him be at peace." ¡¡¡¡But the man continuing to exclaim, "Down, Evremonde!" the face of Evremonde is for a moment turned towards him. Evremonde then sees the Spy, and looks attentively at him, and goes his way. ¡
¡¡¡The clocks are on the stroke of three, and the furrow ploughed among the populace is turning round, to come on into the place of execution, and end. The ridges thrown to this side and to that, now crumble in and close behind the last plough as it passes on, for all are following to the Guillotine. In front of it, seated in chairs, as in a garden of public diversion, are a number of women, busily knitting. On one of the foremost chairs, stands The Vengeance, looking about for her friend.

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The door of the Doctor's room opened, and he came out with Charles Darnay. He was so deadly pale- which had not been the case when they went in together- that no vestige of colour was to be seen in his face. But, in the composure of his manner he was unaltered, except that to the shrewd glance of Mr. Lorry it disclosed some shadowy indication that the old air of avoidance and dread had lately passed over him, like a cold wind. ¡¡¡¡
He gave his arm to his daughter, and took her down-stairs to the chariot which Mr. Lorry had hired in honour of the day. The rest followed in another carriage, and soon, in a neighbouring church, where no strange eyes looked on, Charles Darnay and Lucie Manette were happily married. ¡¡¡¡Besides the glancing tears that shone among the smiles of the little group when it was done, some diamonds, very bright and sparkling, glanced on the bride's hand

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all assemble there, nobody leads the cows out, the cows are there with the rest. At midday, the roll of drums. Soldiers have marched into the prison in the night, and he is in the midst of many soldiers. He is bound as before, and in his mouth there is a gag-tied so, with a tight string, making him look almost as if he laughed.
" He suggested it, by creasing his face with his two thumbs, from the corners of his mouth to his ears. "On the top of the gallows is fixed the knife, blade upwards, with its point in the air. He is hanged there forty feet high- and is left hanging, poisoning the water." ¡¡¡¡They looked at one another, as he used his blue cap to wipe his face, on which the perspiration had started afresh while he recalled the spectacle.

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he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot, but it turned out to be only a plated one. He had known the last witness seven or eight years; that was merely a coincidence. He didn't call it a particularly curious coincidence; most coincidences were curious. Neither did he call it a curious coincidence that true patriotism was his only motive too. He was a true Briton, and hoped there were many like him. ¡¡¡¡The blue-flies buzzed again, and Mr. Attorney-General called Mr. Jarvis Lorry. ¡¡¡¡"Mr. Jarvis Lorry, are you a clerk in Tellson's bank?"

¡¡¡¡"I am." ¡¡¡¡"On a certain Friday night in November one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, did business occasion you to travel between London and Dover by the mail?" It did." ¡¡¡¡"Were there any other passengers in the mail?" ¡¡¡¡"Two." ¡¡¡¡"Did they alight on the road in the course of the night?" ¡¡¡¡"They did." ¡¡¡¡"Mr. Lorry, look upon the prisoner. Was he one of those two passengers?"

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'Aye, for a good long time,' he said, shaking his head; 'if not to this present hour. But I think the solitoode done her good. And she had a deal to mind in the way of poultry and the like, and minded of it, and come through. I wonder,' he said thoughtfully, 'if you could see my Em'ly now, Mas'r Davy, whether you'd know her!' ¡¡¡¡'Is she so altered?' I inquired. ¡¡¡¡'I doen't know. I see her ev'ry day, and doen't know; But, odd-times, I have thowt so. A slight figure,' said Mr. Peggotty, looking at the fire, 'kiender worn; soft, sorrowful, blue eyes; a delicate face; a pritty head, leaning a little down; a quiet voice and way - timid a'most. That's Em'ly!' ¡¡¡¡We silently observed him as he sat, still looking at the fire. 'Some thinks,' he said,
'as her affection was ill-bestowed; some, as her marriage was broken off by death. No one knows how 'tis. She might have married well, a mort of times, "but, uncle," she says to me, "that's gone for ever." Cheerful along with me; retired when others is by; fond of going any distance fur to teach a child, or fur to tend a sick person, or fur to do some kindness tow'rds a young girl's wedding (and she's done a many, but has never seen one); fondly loving of her uncle; patient; liked by young and old; sowt out by all that has any trouble. That's Em'ly!'

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'I am sorry to observe you are in mourning, sir,' said Mrs. Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'I am unhappily a widower,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'You are very young to know so great a loss,' she returned. 'I am grieved to hear it. I am grieved to hear it. I hope Time will be good to you.' ¡¡¡¡'I hope Time,' said I, looking at her, 'will be good to all of us. Dear Mrs. Steerforth, we must all trust to that, in our heaviest misfortunes.' ¡¡¡¡The earnestness of my manner, and the tears in my eyes,

alarmed her. The whole course of her thoughts appeared to stop, and change. ¡¡¡¡I tried to command my voice in gently saying his name, but it trembled. She repeated it to herself, two or three times, in a low tone. Then, addressing me, she said, with enforced calmness: ¡¡¡¡'My son is ill.' ¡¡¡¡'Very ill.' ¡¡¡¡'You have seen him?' ¡¡¡¡'I have.' ¡¡¡¡'Are you reconciled?'

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They never had been opened; and we had no oyster-knives - and couldn't have used them if we had; so we looked at the oysters and ate the mutton. At least we ate as much of it as was done, and made up with capers. If I had permitted him, I am satisfied that Traddles would have made a perfect savage of himself, and eaten a plateful of raw meat, to express enjoyment of the repast; but I would hear of no such immolation on the altar of friendship, and we had a course of bacon instead; there happening, by good fortune, to be cold bacon in the larder. ¡¡¡¡My poor little wife was in such affliction when she thought I should be annoyed,
and in such a state of joy when she found I was not, that the discomfiture I had subdued, very soon vanished, and we passed a happy evening; Dora sitting with her arm on my chair while Traddles and I discussed a glass of wine, and taking every opportunity of whispering in my ear that it was so good of me not to be a cruel, cross old boy. By and by she made tea for us; which it was so pretty to see her do, as if

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¡¡¡¡One thing troubled me much, after we had fallen into this quiet train. It was, that Dora seemed by one consent to be regarded like a pretty toy or plaything. My aunt, with whom she gradually became familiar, always called her Little Blossom; and the pleasure of Miss Lavinia's life was to wait upon her, curl her hair, make ornaments for her, and treat her like a pet child. What Miss Lavinia did, her sister did as a matter of course. It was very odd to me; but they all seemed to treat Dora, in her degree, much as Dora treated Jip in his. ¡
¡¡¡I made up my mind to speak to Dora about this; and one day when we were out walking (for we were licensed by Miss Lavinia, after a while, to go out walking by ourselves), I said to her that I wished she could get them to behave towards her differently. ¡¡¡¡'Because you know, my darling,' I remonstrated, 'you are not a child.' ¡¡¡¡'There!' said Dora. 'Now you're going to be cross!' ¡¡¡¡'Cross, my love?' ¡¡¡¡'I am sure they're very kind to me,' said Dora, 'and I am very happy -'

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'I must try,' said Mr. Spenlow, confirmed by this support, 'my influence with my daughter. Do you decline to take those letters, Mr. Copperfield?' For I had laid them on the table. ¡¡¡¡Yes. I told him I hoped he would not think it wrong, but I couldn't possibly take them from Miss Murdstone. ¡¡¡¡'Nor from me?' said Mr. Spenlow. ¡¡¡¡No, I replied with the profoundest respect; nor from him. ¡¡¡¡'Very well!' said Mr. Spenlow. ¡¡¡¡A silence succeeding,
I was undecided whether to go or stay. At length I was moving quietly towards the door, with the intention of saying that perhaps I should consult his feelings best by withdrawing: when he said, with his hands in his coat pockets, into which it was as much as he could do to get them; and with what I should call, upon the whole, a decidedly pious air:

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On our way upstairs, I called her attention to the sudden disappearance of Mrs. Crupp's pitfalls, and also to the prints of recent footsteps. We were both very much surprised, coming higher up, to find my outer door standing open (which I had shut) and to hear voices inside. ¡¡¡¡We looked at one another, without knowing what to make of this, and went into the sitting-room. What was my amazement to find, of all people upon earth, my aunt there, and Mr. Dick! My aunt sitting on a quantity of luggage, with her two birds before her, and her cat on her knee, like a female Robinson Crusoe, drinking tea.
Mr. Dick leaning thoughtfully on a great kite, such as we had often been out together to fly, with more luggage piled about him! ¡¡¡¡'My dear aunt!' cried I. 'Why, what an unexpected pleasure!' ¡¡¡¡We cordially embraced; and Mr. Dick and I cordially shook hands; and Mrs. Crupp, who was busy making tea, and could not be too attentive, cordially said she had knowed well as Mr. Copperfull would have his heart in his mouth, when he see his dear relations.

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I ventured to ask Mrs. Micawber how this was to be done. ¡¡¡¡'By advertising,' said Mrs. Micawber - 'in all the papers. It appears to me, that what Mr. Micawber has to do, in justice to himself, in justice to his family, and I will even go so far as to say in justice to society, by which he has been hitherto overlooked, is to advertise in all the papers; to describe himself plainly as so-and-so,
with such and such qualifications and to put it thus: "Now employ me, on remunerative terms, and address, post-paid, to W. M., Post Office, Camden Town."' ¡¡¡¡'This idea of Mrs. Micawber's, my dear Copperfield,' said Mr. Micawber, making his shirt-collar meet in front of his chin, and glancing at me sideways, 'is, in fact, the Leap to which I alluded, when I last had the pleasure of seeing you.' ¡¡¡¡'Advertising is rather expensive,' I remarked, dubiously.

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甄一然勒马止步，四下张望着。四处都很平静，他们似乎失去了前进的目标。
　　王参谋说：“奇怪，怎么不见我们的人了呢？”
　　常发望着远处：“政委，你看……”
　　甄一然顺着常发的手指望去，远处的荒野里，晨雾中依稀可以看到淡淡的硝烟。
　　吴达子的兵马已经走了。战场上只剩下我们战士的尸体，一排排尸体排列着整整齐齐。甄一然愕然望着，他完全惊呆了。
　　王参谋面色苍白地喃喃自语：“这怎么可能？这怎么可能？甄书记，这是我们派出去运粮食的二连一排！”
　　骑在马上的其他战士都目目相觑……常发翻身下马，来到尸体前，蹲下身观察着。尸体的脖子上和身上大多留着明显的刀痕。
　　“甄书记……”常发冲着身后喊，“是骑兵，他们遇到了骑兵！”
　　甄一然似乎刚从惊愕中清醒，忙下马上前。
　常发指着尸体：“你看，这都是马刀砍的！这种马刀只有骑兵才会用！”
　　王参谋检查完尸体，回到甄一然身边：“甄书记，一个排，这是整整的一个排啊，竟然没有一个幸存者……我们的粮食也……”
　　甄一然思索着：“骑兵？还有歪把子机枪……难道是……”
　　“对呀！赤河城里驻扎的就是北四师的骑兵团，他们刚刚接收了鬼子的武器……”王参谋道。
　　常发在想着什么。
　　甄一然说：“听孟司令说，他们的骑兵团马上工夫十分了得，个个都是杀人不眨眼的主儿！”
　　“妈的！”常发突然高喊，“弟兄们，上马，跟我走！”