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What was said in this disappointing anti-climax, by the disciples of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, except that it was something very voluble and loud, would have been as so much Hebrew or Chaldean to Miss Pross and her protector, though they had been all ears. But, they had no ears for anything in their surprise. For, it must be recorded, that not only was Miss Pross lost in amazement and agitation, but, Mr. Cruncher- though it seemed on his own separate and individual account- was in a state of the greatest wonder. ¡¡¡¡"What is the matter?"
said the man who had caused Miss Pross to scream; speaking in a vexed, abrupt voice (though in a low tone), and in English. ¡¡¡¡"Oh, Solomon, dear Solomon!" cried Miss Pross, clapping her hands again. "After not setting eyes upon you or hearing of you for so long a time, do I find you here

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I knew that, knowing the fellow. And yet I did not despise him the more for it, but thought it a redeeming quality in him if he could be allowed any grace for not resisting one so irresistible as Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'My son's great capacity was tempted on, there, by a feeling of voluntary emulation and conscious pride,' the fond lady went on to say. 'He would have risen against all constraint; but he found himself the monarch of the place, and he haughtily determined to be worthy of his station. It was like himself.' ¡¡¡¡I echoed, with all my heart and soul,
that it was like himself. ¡¡¡¡'So my son took, of his own will, and on no compulsion, to the course in which he can always, when it is his pleasure, outstrip every competitor,' she pursued. 'My son informs me, Mr. Copperfield, that you were quite devoted to him, and that when you met yesterday you made yourself known to him with tears of joy. I should be

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'Oh, poor little fellow! Is he dead?' ¡¡¡¡'Don't mind it more than you can help,' said Mr. Omer. 'Yes. The baby's dead.' ¡¡¡¡My wounds broke out afresh at this intelligence. I left the scarcely-tasted breakfast, and went and rested my head on another table, in a corner of the little room, which Minnie hastily cleared, lest I should spot the mourning that was lying there with my tears. She was a pretty, good-natured girl, and put my hair away from my eyes with a soft,
kind touch; but she was very cheerful at having nearly finished her work and being in good time, and was so different from me! ¡¡¡¡Presently the tune left off, and a good-looking young fellow came across the yard into the room. He had a hammer in his hand, and his mouth was full of little nails, which he was obliged to take out before he could speak. ¡¡¡¡'Well, Joram!' said Mr. Omer. 'How do you get on?' 'All right,' said Joram. 'Done, sir.'

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and Ham hanging up two hammocks for themselves on the hooks I had noticed in the roof, in a very luxurious state of mind, enhanced by my being sleepy. As slumber gradually stole upon me, I heard the wind howling out at sea and coming on across the flat so fiercely, that I had a lazy apprehension of the great deep rising in the night. But I bethought myself that I was in a boat, after all; and that a man like Mr. Peggotty was not a bad person to have on board if anything did happen.
Nothing happened, however, worse than morning. Almost as soon as it shone upon the oyster-shell frame of my mirror I was out of bed, and out with little Em'ly, picking up stones upon the beach. ¡¡¡¡'You're quite a sailor, I suppose?' I said to Em'ly. I don't know that I supposed anything of the kind, but I felt it an act of gallantry to say something; and a shining sail close to us made such a pretty little image of itself, at the moment, in her bright eye, that it came into my head to say this.

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　　This time it was Colonel Luscombe who was sohonoured. They exchanged a few racing platitudes, but Colonel Luscombe was absorbed by hisproblem. And here was the man who could give him the answer.
　　"Tell me, Humfries, how do all these old dearsmanage to come and stay here?"