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'Oh, how much for the jacket?' cried the old man, after examining it. 'Oh - goroo! - how much for the jacket?' ¡¡¡¡'Half-a-crown,' I answered, recovering myself. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, my lungs and liver,' cried the old man, 'no! Oh, my eyes, no! Oh, my limbs, no! Eighteenpence. Goroo!' ¡¡¡¡Every time he uttered this ejaculation, his eyes seemed to be in danger of starting out; and every sentence he spoke, he delivered in a sort of tune, always exactly the same, and more like a gust of wind, which begins low, mounts up high, and falls again, than any other comparison I can find for it. ¡¡¡¡'Well,' said I, glad to have closed the bargain, 'I'll take eighteenpence.'
¡¡¡¡'Oh, my liver!' cried the old man, throwing the jacket on a shelf. 'Get out of the shop! Oh, my lungs, get out of the shop! Oh, my eyes and limbs - goroo! - don't ask for money; make it an exchange.' I never was so frightened in my life, before or since; but I told him humbly that I wanted money, and that nothing else was of any

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Who is the fellow?' asked d'Urberville, turning to Tess. ¡¡¡¡She went close up to him. ¡¡¡¡`Go - I do beg you!' she said. ¡¡¡¡`What! And leave you to that tyrant? I can see in his face what a churl he is.' ¡¡¡¡`He won't hurt me. He's not in love with me. I can leave at Lady-Day.' ¡¡¡¡`Well, I have no right but to obey, I suppose. But - well, good-bye!' ¡¡¡¡Her defender, whom she dreaded more than her assailant, having reluctantly disappeared, the farmer continued his reprimand, which Tess took with the greatest coolness, that sort of attack being independent of sex. To have as a master this man of stone, who would have cuffed her if he had dared, was almost a relief after her former experiences. She silently walked back towards the summit of the field that was the scene of her labour, so absorbed in the interview which had Just taken place that she was hardly aware that the nose of Groby's horse almost touched her shoulders.

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It was the wardrobe that worried Canon Pennyfather.It worried him before he was quite awake. Then he forgot it and he fell asleep again. Butwhen his eyes opened once more, there the wardrobe still was in the wrong place. He waslying on his left side facing the window and the wardrobe ought to have been there betweenhim and the window on the left wall. But it wasn't. It was onthe right. It worried him. It worried him so much that it made him feel tired. He wasconscious of his head aching badly, and on top of that, to have the wardrobe in the wrongplace. At this point once more his eyes closed.
　　There was rather more light in the room the nexttime he woke. It was not daylight yet. Only the faint light of dawn. "Dear me," said Canon Pennyfather to himself,suddenly solving the problem of the wardrobe. "How stupid Iam! Of course, I'm not at home."

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Right. Put him through. Hallo, Derek. RichardEgerton here. How are you? I've just been having a visit fromsomeone you know. A visit from your ward."
　　"From Elvira?" DerekLuscombe sounded very surprised.
　　"Yes."
　　"But why – what onearth – what did she come to you for? Not in any trouble?"
　　"No, I wouldn't sayso. On the contrary, she seemed rather – well, pleased withherself. She wanted to know all about her financial position."
　　"You didn't tell her,I hope?" said Colonel Luscombe, in alarm.
　　"Why not? What's thepoint of secrecy?""Well, I can't helpfeeling it's a little unwise for a girl to know that she isgoing to come into such a large amount of money."

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If you'll just get out of my way, I'll leave you alone." Embarrassed to realize that she was, indeed, still standing rather close, Leiastepped aside and made an effort to change the subject. "Don't you think it's timewe got to work on your ship. Han frowned. "Fine with me," he said coldly, not looking at her. Leia quickly turned on her heel and left the cockpit. For a moment Han stood there quietly, just gathering his composure.Sheepishly he looked at the now quiet Wookiee and droid, both of whom hadwitnessed the entire incident. "Come on, Chewie, let's tear into this flying short circuit," he said quickly to endthe awkward moment. The copilot barked in agreement, then joined his captain as they began to leavethe cockpit. As they walked out, Han looked back at Threepio, who was stillstanding in the dim chamber looking dumbfounded. "You too, goldenrod!" "I must admit," the robot muttered to himself as he began to shuffle out of thecockpit, "there are times I don't understand human behavior."

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See-Threepio glanced up at Leia and nervously tilted his head. "Oh, my," hesaid, "they've found us." Everyone became quiet, as if fearing that the sound of their voices mightsomehow carry and betray their exact position. Again the ship was shaken by a blast,less intense than the last. "They're moving away," Leia said. Han saw through their tactic. "They're just trying to see if they can stir upsomething," he told her. "We're safe if we stay put." "Where have I heard that line before?" Leia said with an innocent air. Ignoring her sarcasm, Han moved past her as he went back to work. Thepassageway in the hold was so narrow that he couldn't avoid brushing against her ashe passed by—or could he? With mixed emotions the princess watched him for a moment as he continued towork on his ship. And then she turned back to her welding.

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The other pilots also saw the hurtling speeder, and knew that there was no timeto turn the massive assault machine. "He's going to—" one of the pilots began. At that instant, Hobbie's burning ship crashed through the walker cockpit like amanned bomb, its fuel igniting into a cascade of flame and debris. For a secondthere were human screams, then fragments, and the entire machine crashed to theground. Perhaps it was the sound of this nearby blast that jarred Luke Skywalker back toconsciousness. Dazed, he slowly lifted his head from the snow. He felt very weakand was achingly stiff with cold. The thought crossed his mind that frostbite mightalready have damaged his tissues. He hoped not; he had no desire to spend any moretime in that sticky bacta fluid. He tried to stand, but fell back against the snow, hoping he would not be spottedby any of the walker pilots. His comlink whistled, and somehow he found thestrength to flick on its receiver. "Forward units' withdrawal complete," the broadcast voice reported. Withdrawal? Luke thought a moment. Then Leia and the others must have