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I was a little disappointed, I must confess, but thoroughly charmed by his good-nature too. I told him how I esteemed his good-nature; and said that his hair must have taken all the obstinacy out of his character, for he had none. ¡¡¡¡'Oh!' returned Traddles, laughing. 'I assure you, it's quite an old story, my unfortunate hair. My uncle's wife couldn't bear it. She said it exasperated her. It stood very much in my way, too, when I first fell in love with Sophy. Very much!' ¡¡¡¡'Did she object to it?' ¡¡¡¡'SHE didn't,' rejoined Traddles; 'but her eldest sister

- the one that's the Beauty - quite made game of it, I understand. In fact, all the sisters laugh at it.' ¡¡¡¡'Agreeable!' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' returned Traddles with perfect innocence, 'it's a joke for us. They pretend that Sophy has a lock of it in her desk, and is obliged to shut it in a clasped book, to keep it down. We laugh about it.'

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'Emma, my angel!' cried Mr. Micawber, running into the room; 'what is the matter?' ¡¡¡¡'I never will desert you, Micawber!' she exclaimed. ¡¡¡¡'My life!' said Mr. Micawber, taking her in his arms. 'I am perfectly aware of it.' ¡¡¡¡'He is the parent of my children! He is the father of my twins! He is the husband of my affections,' cried Mrs. Micawber, struggling; 'and I ne - ver - will - desert Mr. Micawber!' Mr. Micawber was so deeply affected by this proof of her devotion (as to me, I was dissolved in tears), that he hung over her in a passionate manner, imploring her to look up, and to be calm. But the more he asked Mrs.
Micawber to look up, the more she fixed her eyes on nothing; and the more he asked her to compose herself, the more she wouldn't. Consequently Mr. Micawber was soon so overcome, that he mingled his tears with hers and mine; until he begged me to do him the favour of taking a chair on the staircase, while he got her into bed. I would have taken my leave for the night, but he would not hear of my doing that until the strangers' bell should ring. So I sat at the staircase window, until he came out with another chair and joined me.

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thought Mr. Creakle was disappointed. I thought Mrs. and Miss Creakle (at whom I now glanced for the first time, and who were, both, thin and quiet) were not disappointed. ¡¡¡¡'Come here, sir!' said Mr. Creakle, beckoning to me. ¡¡¡¡'Come here!' said the man with the wooden leg, repeating the gesture. ¡¡¡¡'I have the happiness of knowing your father-in-law,'
whispered Mr. Creakle, taking me by the ear; 'and a worthy man he is, and a man of a strong character. He knows me, and I know him. Do YOU know me? Hey?' said Mr. Creakle, pinching my ear with ferocious playfulness. ¡¡¡¡'Not yet, sir,' I said, flinching with the pain. ¡¡¡¡'Not yet? Hey?' repeated Mr. Creakle. 'But you will soon. Hey?' ¡¡¡¡'You will soon. Hey?' repeated the man with the wooden leg. I afterwards found that he generally acted, with his strong voice, as Mr. Creakle's interpreter to

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You're Someone, youare," thought Father. "I wonderwhere they got hold of you and what they pay you. A packet, I bet, and you'd be worth it." He watched Henry bending in afatherly manner over an elderly lady. He wondered what Henry thought, if he thoughtanything, about Father. Father considered that he fitted into Bertram's Hotel reasonablywell. He might have been a prosperous gentleman farmer or he might have been a peer of therealm with a resemblance to a bookmaker. Father knew two peers who were very like that. "On the whole," he thought, he passed muster, buthe also thought it possible that he had not deceived Henry. "Yes,you're Someone you are," Fatherthought again.
　　Tea came and the muffins. Father bit deeply. Butterran down his chin. He wiped it off with a large handkerchief. He drank two cups of teawith plenty of sugar. Then he leaned forward and spoke to the lady sitting in the chairnext to him.
　　"Excuse me," he said, "but aren't you Miss Jane Marple?"

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in and brought out one of thoselarge and solid keys with which hotels try and discourage their vaguer guests from takingthem away in their pockets. It had not prevented the Canon from doing so!
　　"No. 19," said theCanon, in happy recognition. "That'sright. It's very fortunate that I haven't got to go and find a room in a hotel. They say they're very crowded just now. Yes, Edmunds was saying so at the Athenaeum thisevening. He had a terrible job finding a room."
　　Somewhat pleased with himself and the care he hadtaken over his travelling arrangements by booking a hotel beforehand, the Canon abandonedhis curry, remembered to pay for it, and strode out once more into the Cromwell Road.It seemed a little tame to go home just like thiswhen he ought to have been dining in Lucerne and talking about all sorts

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"Good idea," saidRaymond West. His last book was doing very well indeed, and he felt in a generous mood.
　　"She enjoyed her trip to the West Indies, I think,though it was a pity she had to get mixed up in a murder case. Quite the wrong thing ather age."
　　"That sort of thing seems to happen to her."
　　Raymond was very fond of his old aunt and wasconstantly devising treats for her, and sending her books that he thought might interesther. He was surprised when she often politely declined the treats, and though she alwayssaid the books were "so interesting" he sometimes suspected that she had not read them. But then, of course, hereyes were failing.

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Threepio, whose litter/throne had been set down in a place of honor near thestake to which Solo was tied, followed the ongoing argument with rapt fascination.He began to translate once or twice for Luke and the others—but stopped after only afew words, since the debaters were talking so fast, he didn't want to lose the gist ofwhat was being said. Consequently, he didn't transmit any more information thanthe names of the Ewoks involved. Han looked over at Luke with a dubious frown. "I don't like the looks of this." Chewie growled his wholehearted agreement. Suddenly Logray exited from the large hut, silencing everyone with his presence.Shorter than Teebo, he was nonetheless clearly the object of greater general respect.He, too, wore a half-skull on his head—some kind of great bird skull, a single feathertied to its crest. His fur was striped tan, though, and his face wise. He carried noweapon; only a pouch at his side, and a staff topped by the spine of a once-powerfulenemy.