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In an office that might have been on the ground-floor of the Tower of Babel, it was so massively constructed, we were presented to our old schoolmaster; who was one of a group, composed of two or three of the busier sort of magistrates, and some visitors they had brought. He received me, like a man who had formed my mind in bygone years, and had always loved me tenderly. On my introducing Traddles, Mr. Creakle expressed, in like manner, but in an inferior degree, that he had always been Traddles's guide, philosopher, and friend.

Our venerable instructor was a great deal older, and not improved in appearance. His face was as fiery as ever; his eyes were as small, and rather deeper set. The scanty, wet-looking grey hair, by which I remembered him, was almost gone; and the thick veins in his bald head were none the more agreeable to look at.

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I felt quite uncomfortable - as if Mrs. Micawber supposed I had asked her to do anything of the sort! - and sat looking at her in alarm. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Micawber has his faults. I do not deny that he is improvident. I do not deny that he has kept me in the dark as to his resources and his liabilities both,' she went on, looking at the wall; 'but I never will desert Mr. Micawber!' ¡¡¡¡Mrs. Micawber having now raised her voice into a perfect scream,
I was so frightened that I ran off to the club-room, and disturbed Mr. Micawber in the act of presiding at a long table, and leading the chorus of ¡¡¡¡ Gee up, Dobbin, Gee ho, Dobbin, Gee up, Dobbin, Gee up, and gee ho - o - o! ¡¡¡¡with the tidings that Mrs. Micawber was in an alarming state, upon which he immediately burst into tears, and came away with me with his waistcoat full of the heads and tails of shrimps, of which he had been partaking.

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The wooden-legged man turned me about so as to exhibit the placard; and having afforded time for a full survey of it, turned me about again, with my face to Mr. Creakle, and posted himself at Mr. Creakle's side. Mr. Creakle's face was fiery, and his eyes were small, and deep in his head; he had thick veins in his forehead, a little nose, and a large chin. He was bald on the top of his head; and had some thin wet-looking hair that was just turning grey, brushed across each temple, so that the two sides interlaced on his forehead. But the circumstance about him which impressed me most, was, that he had no voice, but spoke in a whisper.
The exertion this cost him, or the consciousness of talking in that feeble way, made his angry face so much more angry, and his thick veins so much thicker, when he spoke, that I am not surprised, on looking back, at this peculiarity striking me as his chief one. 'Now,' said Mr. Creakle. 'What's the report of this boy?' ¡¡¡¡'There's nothing against him yet,' returned the man with the wooden leg. 'There has been no opportunity.'

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Father looked up. He was impressed, as everyone wasimpressed by Henry's personality. Though such a large andportly man he had appeared, as it were, like some vast travesty of Ariel who couldmaterialise and vanish at will. Father ordered tea.
　　"Did I see you've gotmuffins here?" he asked.
　　Henry smiled benignly.
　　"Yes, sir. Very good indeed our muffins are, if Imay say so. Everyone enjoys them. Shall I order you muffins, sir? Indian or China tea?"
　　"Indian," said Father."Or Ceylon if you've got it."
　　"Certainly we have Ceylon, sir."
　　Henry made the faintest gesture with a finger andthe pale young man who was hi minion departed in search of Ceylon tea and muffins. Henrymoved graciously elsewhere.

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He walked slowly along the street carrying his bagand revolving perplexities in his mind. When at last he had worked out to his satisfactionthe various reasons for which he had made a mistake in the day, he shook his head sadly.
　　"Now, I suppose," hesaid to himself, "I suppose – letme see, it's after nine o'clock,yes, I suppose I had better have something to eat."
　　It was curious, he thought, that he did not feelhungry.
　　Wandering disconsolately along the Cromwell Road hefinally settled upon a small restaurant which served Indian curries. It seemed to him thatthough he was not quite as hungry as he ought to be, he had better kept his spirits up byhaving a meal, and after that he must find a hotel and – butno, there was no need to do that. He had a hotel! Of course. He was staying at Bertram's; and had reserved his room for four days. What a piece of luck! What asplendid piece of luck! So his room was there, waiting for him. He had only to ask for hiskey at the desk and – here another reminiscence assailed him.Something heavy in his pocket?

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indulgent towards them, but to wonderprivately why they wanted to do what they did.
　　"This modern stuff, I suppose," she said, her eyes wandering. "There's Cicely Longhurst – dyed hair again, I see."
　　"I'm afraid dear Joanis rather modern."
　　Here Miss Marple was quite wrong. Joan West had beenmodern about twenty years ago, but was now regarded by the young arriviste artists ascompletely old-fashioned.
　　Casting a brief glance at cicely Longhurst's hair, Miss Marple relapsed into a pleasant remembrance of how kind Joan hadbeen. Joan had actually said to her husband, "I wish we coulddo something for poor old Aunt Jane. She never gets away from home. Do you think she'd like to go to Bournemouth for

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Teebo emerged from the large structure. He was slightly bigger than most ofthe others, and undeniably fiercer. His fur was a pattern of light and dark graystripes. Instead of the usual leathery hood, he wore a horned animal half-skull atophis head, which he'd further adorned with feathers. He carried a stone hatchet, andeven for someone as small as an Ewok, he walked with a definite swagger. He examined the group cursorily, then seemed to make some kind ofpronouncement. At that, a member of the hunting party stepped forward—Paploo,the mantled Ewok who seemed to have taken a more protective view toward theprisoners. Teebo conferred with Paploo for a short time. The discussion soon turned intoa heated disagreement, however, with Paploo apparently taking the Rebels' side, andTeebo seemingly dismissing whatever considerations arose. The rest of the tribestood around watching the debate with great interest, occasionally shouting commentsor squeaking excitedly.