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Fanny supposed she must have been mistaken, and meant to think differently in future; but with all that submission to Edmund could do, and all the help of the coinciding looks and hints which she occasionally noticed in some of the others, and which seemed to say that Julia was Mr. Crawford's choice, she knew not always what to think. She was privy, one evening, to the hopes of her aunt Norris on the subject, as well as to her feelings, and the feelings of Mrs. Rushworth, on a point of some similarity,
and could not help wondering as she listened; and glad would she have been not to be obliged to listen, for it was while all the other young people were dancing, and she sitting, most unwillingly, among the chaperons at the fire, longing for the re-entrance of her elder cousin, on whom all her own hopes of a partner then depended. It was Fanny's first ball, though without the preparation or splendour of many a young lady's first ball, being the thought only of the afternoon

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¡¡¡¡"Well, well! That's good comfort. I am thankful!" said Mr. Lorry. ¡¡¡¡"I am thankful!" repeated the Doctor, bending his head with reverence. ¡¡¡¡"There are two other points," said Mr. Lorry, "on which I am anxious to be instructed. I may go on?" ¡¡¡¡"You cannot do your friend a better service." The Doctor gave him his hand. ¡¡¡¡"To the first, then. He is of a studious habit, and unusually energetic; he applies himself with great ardour to the acquisition of professional knowledge, to the conducting of experiments, to many things. Now, does he do too much?" ¡¡
¡¡"I think not. It may be the character of his mind, to be always in singular need of occupation. That may be, in part, natural to it; in part, the result of affliction. The less it was occupied with healthy things, the more it would be in danger of turning in the unhealthy direction. He may have observed himself, and made the discovery." ¡¡¡¡"You are sure that he is not under too great a strain?" ¡¡¡¡"I think I am quite sure of it." ¡¡¡¡"My dear Manette, if he were overworked now-" ¡¡¡¡"My dear Lorry, I doubt if that could easily be. There has been a violent stress in one direction, and it needs a counterweight." ¡¡¡¡"Excuse me, as a persistent man of business. Assuming for a moment, that he was overworked; it would show itself in some renewal of this disorder?"

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French extraction, did require his making those passages across the Channel- though what those affairs were, a consideration for others who were near and dear to him, forbade him, even for his life, to disclose. How the evidence that had been warped and wrested from the young lady, whose anguish in giving it they had witnessed, came to nothing, involving the mere little innocent gallantries and politenesses likely to pass between any young gentleman and young lady so thrown together;- with the exception of that reference to George Washington,
which was altogether too extravagant and impossible to be regarded in any other fight than as a monstrous joke. How it would be a weakness in the government to break down in this attempt to practise for popularity on the lowest national antipathies and fears, and therefore Mr. Attorney-General had made the most of it; how, nevertheless, it rested upon nothing, save that vile and infamous character of evidence

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finish the evening, my aunt sitting opposite to me drinking her wine and water; soaking her strips of toast in it, one by one, before eating them; and looking benignantly on me, from among the borders of her nightcap. ¡¡¡¡'Well, Trot,' she began, 'what do you think of the proctor plan? Or have you not begun to think about it yet?' ¡¡¡¡'I have thought a good deal about it, my dear aunt, and I have talked a good deal about it with Steerforth.
I like it very much indeed. I like it exceedingly.' ¡¡¡¡'Come!' said my aunt. 'That's cheering!' ¡¡¡¡'I have only one difficulty, aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'Say what it is, Trot,' she returned. ¡¡¡¡'Why, I want to ask, aunt, as this seems, from what I understand, to be a limited profession, whether my entrance into it would not be very expensive?' ¡¡¡¡'It will cost,' returned my aunt, 'to article you, just a thousand pounds.' ¡¡¡¡'Now, my dear aunt,' said I, drawing my chair nearer, 'I am uneasy in my mind about that. It's a large sum of money. You have expended a great deal on my

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the tarpaulin that covered Maud, in order that I might lash it down across the bow. It was well I did, for it covered the boat fully a third of the way aft, and three times in the next several hours it flung off the bulk of the down-rushing water when the bow shoved under the seas. ¡¡¡¡Maud's condition was pitiable. She sat crouched in the bottom of the boat, her lips blue, her face gray and plainly showing the pain she suffered. But ever her eyes looked bravely at me, and ever her lips uttered brave words. ¡¡¡¡The worst of the storm must have blown that night, though little I noticed it. I had succumbed and slept where I sat in the stern-sheets.
The morning of the fourth day found the wind diminished to a gentle whisper, the sea dying down, and the sun shining upon us. Oh, the blessed sun! How we bathed our poor bodies in its delicious warmth, reviving like insects and crawling things after a storm! We smiled again, said amusing things, and waxed optimistic over our situation. Yet it was, if

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Not so George Leach, the erstwhile cabin-boy. Fore and aft there was nothing that could have surprised us more than his consequent behavior. He it was that came up on the poop, without orders, and dragged Johnson forward, where he set about dressing his wounds as well as he could and making him comfortable. ¡¡¡¡I had come up on deck for a breath of fresh air and to try to get some repose for my overwrought nerves. Wolf Larsen was smoking a cigar and examining the patent log which the Ghost usually towed astern, but which had been hauled in for some purpose. Suddenly Leach's voice came to my ears. It was tense and hoarse with an overmastering rage. I turned and saw him standing just beneath the break of the poop on the port side of the galley. His face was convulsed and white, his eyes were flashing, his clenched fists raised overhead, as the boy hurled his imprecations recklessly full in the face of the captain, who had sauntered slowly forward to the break of the poop, and leaning his elbow on the corner of the cabin, gazed down thoughtfully and curiously at the excited boy

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strictly speaking, is "clerk" only.' As Tess had wished that no great publicity should be given to the event, he had mentioned no particulars. He hoped she would remove that prohibition soon. He proposed that the couple should take Tess's own name, d'Urberville, as uncorrupted. It was better than her husband's. He asked if any letter had come from her that day. ¡¡¡¡Then Mrs Durbeyfield informed him that no letter had come, but Tess unfortunately had come herself. ¡¡¡¡When at length the collapse was explained to him a sullen mortification, not usual with Durbeyfield, overpowered the influence of the cheering glass. Yet the intrinsic quality of the event moved his touchy sensitiveness less than its conjectured effect upon the minds of others. ¡¡¡¡`To think, now, that this was to be the end o't!' said Sir John. `And I with a family vault under that there church of Kingsbere as big as Squire Jollard's ale-cellar, and my folk lying there in sixes and sevens, as genuine county bones and marrow as any recorded in history. And now to be sure what they fellers at Rolliver's and

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Then we will start off to examine some farms on the other side of London that I have heard of,' he said, `and by March or April we will pay a visit to my father and mother.' ¡¡¡¡Questions of procedure such as these arose and passed, and the day, the incredible day, on which she was to become his, loomed large in the near future. The thirty-first of December, New Year's Eve, was the date. His wife, she said to herself. Could it ever be? Their two selves together, nothing to divide them, every incident shared by them; why not? And yet why? ¡¡¡¡One Sunday morning Izz Huett returned from church, and spoke privately to Tess. ¡¡¡¡`You was not called home this morning.' ¡¡¡¡`What?' ¡¡¡¡`It should ha' been the first time of asking to-day,' she answered, looking quietly at Tess. `You meant to be married New Year's Eve, deary?' ¡¡¡¡The other returned a quick affirmative.

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But she didn'tsuspect poison?"
　　"No. At least – ohyes, she did say that someone was trying to poison one of us and we looked at thechocolates to see, you know, if anything had been injected into them."
　　"And had it?"
　　"No, it hadn't,"said Bridget. "At least, not as far as wecould see."
　　"But perhaps your friend, Miss Elvira, might stillhave thought so?"
　　"Well, she might – butshe didn't say any more?"
　　"But you think she was afraid of someone?"
　　"I didn't think so atthe time or notice anything. It was only here, later."

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Point oh one to moon target, sir. Sixty seconds to firing range. Sir, good-bye, sir."The aide saluted, put the firing switch in Jerjerrod's hand as another explosion shookthe control room, and ran out the door. Jerjerrod smiled calmly at the view-screen. Endor was starting to come out ofthe Death Star's eclipse. He fondled the detonation switch in his hand. Point oh ohfive to moon target. Screams erupted in the next room. Thirty seconds to firing. Lando was homing in on the reactor core shaft. Else only Wedge was left,flying just ahead of him, and Gold Wing, just behind. Several TIE fighters stilltrailed. These central twistings were barely two planes wide, and turned sharply everyfive or ten seconds at the speeds Lando was reaching. Another Imperial jet explodedagainst a wall; another shot down Gold Wing.

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smooth-edged towers and spires and buildings. The structures that constituted CloudCity's business and residential sections were gleaming white, shining brightly in themorning sun. Numerous alien races made up the city's populace and many of thesecitizens leisurely walked through the spacious streets alongside the Falcon visitors. "How's your mining operation going?" Han asked Lando. "Not as well as I'd like," Calrissian answered. "We're a small outpost and notvery self-sufficient. I've had supply problems of every kind and…" Theadministrator noticed Han's amused grin. "What's so funny?" "Nothing." Then Han chuckled. "I never would have guessed that underneaththat wild schemer I knew was a responsible leader and businessman." Grudgingly,Han had to admit that he was impressed. "You wear it well." Lando looked at his old friend reflectively. "Seeing you sure brings back a fewmemories." He shook his head, smiling. "Yes, I'm responsible these days. It's aprice of success. And you know what, Han? You were right all along. It'soverrated."

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standing in front of the snow shelter, frantically waving his arms at the snowspeeder. As Zev dipped his craft for a landing, he felt overwhelmingly grateful that atleast one of the warriors he had been sent out to find was still alive. Only a thick glass window separated the battered, near-frozen body of LukeSkywalker from four of his watchful friends. Han Solo, who appreciated the relative warmth of the Rebel medical center, wasstanding beside Leia, his Wookiee copilot, Artoo-Detoo, and See-Threepio. Hanexhaled with relief. He knew that, despite the grim atmosphere of the chamberenclosing him, the young commander was finally out of danger and in the best ofmechanical hands. Clad only in white shorts, Luke hung in a vertical position inside a transparentcylinder with a combination breath mask and microphone covering his nose andmouth. The surgeon droid, Too-Onebee, was attending to the youth with the skill ofthe finest humanoid doctors. He was aided by his medical assistant droid, FX-7,which looked like nothing more than a metal-capped set of cylinders, wires, and

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Suddenly his attention was diverted by the appearance of an object streakingacross the sky, leaving behind a lingering trail of smoke as it dipped toward the mistyhorizon. Luke flashed his gloved hand to his utility belt and clutched his pair ofelectrobinoculars. Apprehensive, he felt a chill that competed with the coldness ofthe Hoth atmosphere. What he had seen could have been manmade, perhaps evensomething launched by the Empire. The young commander, still focused on theobject, followed its fiery course and watched intently as it crashed on the whiteground and was consumed in its own explosive brilliance. At the sound of the explosion, Luke's Tauntaun shuddered. A fearful growlescaped its muzzle and it began to claw nervously at the snow. Luke patted theanimal's head, trying to reassure the beast. He found it difficult to hear himself overthe blustering wind. "Easy, girl, it's just another meteorite!" he shouted. Theanimal calmed and Luke brought the communicator to his mouth. "Echo Three toEcho Seven. Han ol' buddy, do you read me?"

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A landspeeder came to a gradual stop within the temple, whose first level wasthe uppermost of the ship-filled hangars. Its engine died obediently as the vehiclesettled to the ground. A noisy cluster of humans waiting nearby ceased theirconversation and rushed toward the craft. Fortunately Leia Organa quickly emerged from the speeder, or the man whoreached it first might have pulled her bodily from it, so great was his delight at thesight of her. He settled for giving her a smothering hug as his companion calledtheir own greetings. "You're safe! We'd feared you'd been killed." Abruptly he composed himself,stepped away from her, and executed a formal bow. "When we heard aboutAlderaan, we were afraid that you were…lost along with the rest of the population." "All that is past history, Commander Willard," she said. "We have a future tolive for. Alderaan and its people are gone." Her voice turned bitter cold,frightening in so delicate-looking a person. "We must see that such does not happenagain. "We don't have time for our sorrows, Commander," she continued briskly."The battle station has surely tracked us here." Solo started to protest, but she shut him up with logic and a stern look. "That's the only explanation for the ease of our escape. They sent only four Tiefighters after us. They could as easily have launched a hundred." Solo had no reply for that, but continued to fume silently. Then Leia gesturedat Artoo Detoo. "You must use the information locked in this R-2 'droid to form a plan of attack.It's our only hope. The station itself is more powerful than anyone suspected." Hervoice dropped. "If the data does not yield a weakness, there will be no stoppingthem." Luke was then treated to a sight unique in his experience, unique in most men's.Several rebel technicians walked up to Artoo Detoo, positioned themselves aroundhim, and gently hoisted him in their arms. This was the first, and probably the lasttime he would ever see a robot being carried respectfully by men.

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e to a gradual stop within the temple, whose first level wasthe uppermost of the ship-filled hangars. Its engine died obediently as the vehiclesettled to the ground. A noisy cluster of humans waiting nearby ceased theirconversation and rushed toward the craft. Fortunately Leia Organa quickly emerged from the speeder, or the man whoreached it first might have pulled her bodily from it, so great was his delight at thesight of her. He settled for giving her a smothering hug as his companion calledtheir own greetings. "You're safe! We'd feared you'd been killed." Abruptly he composed himself,stepped away from her, and executed a formal bow. "When we heard aboutAlderaan, we were afraid that you were…lost along with the rest of the population." "All that is past history, Commander Willard," she said. "We have a future tolive for. Alderaan and its people are gone." Her voice turned bitter cold,frightening in so delicate-looking a person. "We must see that such does not happenagain. "We don't have time for our sorrows, Commander," she continued briskly."The battle station has surely tracked us here." Solo started to protest, but she shut him up with logic and a stern look. "That's the only explanation for the ease of our escape. They sent only four Tiefighters after us. They could as easily have launched a hundred." Solo had no reply for that, but continued to fume silently. Then Leia gesturedat Artoo Detoo. "You must use the information locked in this R-2 'droid to form a plan of attack.It's our only hope. The station itself is more powerful than anyone suspected." Hervoice dropped. "If the data does not yield a weakness, there will be no stoppingthem." Luke was then treated to a sight unique in his experience, unique in most men's.Several rebel technicians walked up to Artoo Detoo, positioned themselves aroundhim, and gently hoisted him in their arms. This was the first, and probably the lasttime he would ever see a robot being carried respectfully by men.

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The service bay was unoccupied, everyone apparently having been drawn awayby the commotion elsewhere. After a cautious survey of the room Threepiobeckoned for Artoo to follow. Together they commenced a hurried search of themany service panels. Artoo let out a beep, and Threepio rushed to him. He waitedimpatiently as the smaller unit plugged the receptive arm carefully into the opensocket. A superfast flurry of electronics spewed in undisciplined fashion from the grid ofthe little 'droid. Threepio made cautioning motions. "Wait a minute, slow down!" The sounds dropped to a crawl. "That's better.They're where? They what? Oh, no! They'll only come out of there as liquid!" Less than a meter of life was left to the trapped occupants of the garbage room.Leia and Solo had been forced to turn sideways, had ended up facing each other. Forthe first time the haughtiness was gone from the Princess's face. Reaching out, shetook Solo's hand, clutching it convulsively as she felt the first touch of the closingwalls. Luke had fallen and was lying on his side, fighting to keep his head above therising ooze. He nearly choked on a mouthful of compressed sludge when hiscomlink began buzzing for attention. "Threepio!" "Are you there, sir?" the 'droid replied. "We've had some minor problems.You would not believe—" "Shut up, Threepio!" Luke screamed into the unit. "And shut down all therefuse units on the detention level or immediately below it. Do you copy? Shutdown the refuse—"

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observ'd also, that they were landed not where they had done, when Friday made his Escape; but nearer to my Creek, where the Shore was low, and where a thick Wood came close almost down to the Sea: This, with the Abhorrence of the inhumane Errand these Wretches came about, fill'd me with such Indignation, that I came down again to Friday, and told him, I was resolv'd to go down to them, and kill them all; and ask'd him, If he would stand by me? He was now gotten over his Fright, and his Spirits being a little rais'd, with the Dram I had given him, he was Cry chearful, and told me, as before, he would die, when I bid die.
In this Fit of Fury, I took first and divided the Arms which I had charg'd, as before, between us; I gave Friday one Pistol to stick in his Girdle, and three Guns upon his Shoulder; and I took one Pistol, and the other three my self; and in this Posture we march'd out: I took a small Bottle of Rum in my Pocket, and gave Friday a large Bag, with more Powder and Bullet; and as to Orders, I charg'd him to keep close behind me, and not to stir, or shoot, or do any Thing, till I bid him; and in the mean Time, not to speak a Word: In this Posture I fetch'd a Compass to my Right-Hand, of near a Mile, as well to get over the Creek, as to get into the Wood; so that I might come within shoot of them, before I should be discover'd, which I had seen by my Glass, it was easy to do.
While I was making this March, my former Thoughts returning, I began to abate my Resolution; I do not mean, that I entertain'd any Fear of their Number; for as they were naked, unarm'd Wretches, 'tis certain I was superior to them; nay, though I had been alone; but it occurr'd to my Thoughts, What Call? What Occasion? much less, What Necessity I was in to go and dip my Hands in Blood, to attack People, who had neither done, or intended me any Wrong? Who as to me were innocent, and whose barbarous Customs were their own Disaster, being in them a Token indeed of God's having left them, with the other Nations of that Part of the World, to such Stupidity, and to such inhumane Courses; but did not call me to take upon me to be a Judge of their Actions, much less an Executioner of his Justice; that whenever he thought fit, he would take the Cause into his own Hands, and by national Vengeance punish them as a People, for national Crimes; but that in the mean time, it was none of my Business; that it was true, Friday might justify it, because he was a declar'd Enemy, and in a State of War with those very particular People; and it was lawful for him to attack them; but I could not say she same with respect to me: These Things were so warmly press'd upon my Thoughts, all the way as I went, that I resolv'd I would only go and place my self near them, that I might observe their barbarous Feast, and that I would act then as God should direct; but that unless something offer'd that was more a Call to me than yet I knew of, I would not meddle with them.