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`It's well the hellish villain has kept his word!' growled my future host, searching the darkness beyond me in expectation of discovering Heathcliff; and then he indulged in a soliloquy of execrations, and threats of what he would have done had the `fiend' deceived him.
I repented having tried this second entrance, and was almost inclined to slip away before he finished cursing, but ere I could execute that intention, he ordered me in, and shut and refastened the door. There was a great fire, and that was all the light in the huge apartment, whose floor had grown a uniform grey; and the once brilliant pewter dishes, which used to attract my gaze when I was a girl, partook of a similar obscurity, created by tarnish and dust. I inquired whether I might call the maid, and be conducted to a bedroom? Mr Earnshaw vouchsafed no answer. He walked up and down, with his hands in his pockets, apparently quite forgetting my presence; and his abstraction was evidently so deep, and his whole aspect so misanthropical, that I shrank from disturbing him again.

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¡¡¡¡'My dear Micawber!' urged his wife. ¡¡¡¡'I say,' returned Mr. Micawber, quite forgetting himself, and smiling again, 'the miserable wretch you behold. My advice is, never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time. Collar him!' ¡¡¡¡'My poor papa's maxim,' Mrs. Micawber observed. ¡¡¡¡'My dear,' said Mr. Micawber, 'your papa was very well in his way, and Heaven forbid that I should disparage him. Take him for all in all, we ne'er shall - in short, make the acquaintance, probably, of anybody else possessing, at his time of life,
the same legs for gaiters, and able to read the same description of print, without spectacles. But he applied that maxim to our marriage, my dear; and that was so far prematurely entered into, in consequence, that I never recovered the expense.' Mr. Micawber looked aside at Mrs. Micawber, and added: 'Not that I am sorry for it. Quite the contrary, my love.' After which, he was grave for a minute or so.

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It certainly had not occurred to me before, but I said, Yes, I should like that. ¡¡¡¡'Very good,' said Steerforth. 'You'll be glad to spend another shilling or so, in almond cakes, I dare say?' ¡¡¡¡I said, Yes, I should like that, too. ¡¡¡¡'And another shilling or so in biscuits, and another in fruit, eh?' said Steerforth. 'I say, young Copperfield, you're going it!' ¡¡¡¡I smiled because he smiled, but I was a little troubled in my mind, too. ¡¡¡¡'Well!' said Steerforth. 'We must make it stretch as far as we can; that's all. I'll do the best in my power for you.
I can go out when I like, and I'll smuggle the prog in.' With these words he put the money in his pocket, and kindly told me not to make myself uneasy; he would take care it should be all right. He was as good as his word, if that were all right which I had a secret misgiving was nearly all wrong - for I feared it was a waste of my mother's two half-crowns - though I had prese

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For a long time Tess did not join in the weekly pilgrimages. But under pressure from matrons not much older than herself - for a fieldman's wages being as high at twenty one as at forty, marriage was early here - Tess at length consented to go. Her first experience of the journey afforded her more enjoyment than she had expected, the hilariousness of the others being quite contagious after her monotonous attention to the poultry-farm all the week. She went again and again. Being graceful and interesting, standing moreover on the momentary threshold of womanhood, her appearance drew down upon her some shy regards from loungers in the streets of Chaseborough; hence, though sometimes her journey to the town was made independently, she always searched for her fellows at nightfall, to have the protection of their companionship homeward.

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"Well, I don't reallyknow. I didn't see him come back."
　　"Oh," said Father,taken aback. "I thought you said you did see him."
　　"Oh, I did see him later," said Miss Marple, "I meant I didn't see him actually come into the hotel."
　　"You saw him later? When?"
　　Miss Marple thought.
　　"Let me see. It was about 3 a.m. I couldn't sleep very well. Something woke me. Some sound. There are so many queernoises in London. I looked at my little clock, it was ten minutes past three. For somereason – I'm not quite sure what –I felt uneasy. Footsteps, perhaps, outside my door. Living in thecountry, if one hears footsteps in the middle of the night it makes one nervous. So I justopened my door and looked out. There was Canon Pennyfather leaving his room – it's next door to mine – and going off down the stairs wearing his overcoat."

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The roar died away….
　　On the Bedhampton Motorway, nine miles away, asteady stream of night lorries was grinding its way north. A big white racing car flashedpast them.
　　Ten minutes later, it turned off the motorway.
　　The garage on the corner of the B road bore the singCLOSED. But the big doors swung open and the white car was driven straight in, the doorsclosing again behind it. Three men worked at lightning speed. A fresh set of numberplateswere attached. The driver changed his coat and cap. He had worn white sheepskin before.Now he wore black leather. He drove out again. Three minutes after his departure, an oldMorris Oxford, driven by a clergyman chugged out on to the road and proceeded to take aroute through various turning and twisting country lanes.

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havesix notches on her gun representing dead Germans. She had flown solo across the Atlanticyears ago, had ridden on horseback across Europe and fetched up at Lake Van. She haddriven racing cars, had once saved two children from a burning house, had severalmarriages to her credit and discredit and was said to be the second best-dressed woman inEurope. It was also said that she had successfully smuggled herself aboard a nuclearsubmarine on its test voyage.
　　It was therefore with the most intense interest thatMiss Marple sat up and indulged in a frankly avid stare.
　　Whatever she had expected of Bertram's Hotel, it wasnot to find Bess Sedgwick there. An expensive nightclub, or a lorry drivers' pull up – either of those would be quite inkeeping with Bess Sedgwick's wide range of interests. But thishighly respectable and old world hostelry seemed strangely alien.

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Han was about to offer a suggestion when he paused, briefly taken aback byLeia's sudden intense faith in Luke. It was something he hadn't really noted before;he merely noted it now. Before he could speak up with his plan, though, Luke chimed in. "Threepio,tell them if they don't do as you wish, you'll become angry and use your magic." "But Master Luke, what magic?" the droid protested. "I couldn't—" "Tell them!" Luke ordered, uncharacteristically raising his voice. There weretimes when Threepio could test even the patience of a Jedi. The interpreter-droid turned to the large audience, and spoke with great dignity."Eemeeblee screesh oahr aish sh sheestee meep eep eep." The Ewoks seemed greatly disturbed by this proclamation. They all backed upseveral steps, except for Logray, who took two steps forward. He shouted somethingat Threepio—something that sounded very in the nature of challenge.