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'And how is Master David?' he says, kindly. ¡¡¡¡I cannot tell him very well. I give him my hand, which he holds in his. ¡¡¡¡'Dear me!' says Mr. Chillip, meekly smiling, with something shining in his eye. 'Our little friends grow up around us. They grow out of our knowledge, ma'am?' This is to Miss Murdstone, who makes no reply. ¡¡¡¡'There is a great improvement here, ma'am?' says Mr. Chillip. ¡¡¡¡Miss Murdstone merely answers
ith a frown and a formal bend: Mr. Chillip, discomfited, goes into a corner, keeping me with him, and opens his mouth no more. ¡¡¡¡I remark this, because I remark everything that happens, not because I care about myself, or have done since I came home. And now the bell begins to sound, and Mr. Omer and another come to make us ready. As Peggotty was wont to tell me, long ago, the followers of my father to the same grave were made ready in the same room.

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'I don't care to undertake the herding of one of those harems,' I objected. ¡¡¡¡'But there are the holluschickie,' she said. 'The holluschickie haul out by themselves, and Dr. Jordan says that paths are left between the harems, and that as long as the holluschickie keep strictly to the paths they are unmolested by the masters of the harem.' ¡¡¡¡'There's one now,' I said, pointing to a young bull in the water. 'Let's watch him and follow him if he hauls out.' ¡¡¡¡He swam directly to the beach and clambered out into a small opening between two harems, the masters of which made warning noises, but did not attack him. We watched him travel slowly inland, threading about among the harems along what must have been the path. ¡¡¡¡'Here goes,'
I said, stepping out; but I confess my heart was in my mouth as I thought of going through the heart of that monstrous herd. ¡¡¡¡'It would be wise to make the boat fast,' Maud said. ¡¡¡¡She had stepped out beside me, and I regarded her with wonderment. ¡¡¡¡She nodded her head determinedly. 'Yes, I'm going with you, so you may as well secure the boat and arm me with a club.' ¡¡¡¡'Let's go back,' I said dejectedly. 'I think tundra grass will do, after all.'

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What, you have really arranged to preach, and------' ¡¡¡¡`I have arranged to preach, and I shall not be there - by reason of my burning desire to see a woman whom I once despised! - No, by my word and truth, I never despised you; if I had I should not love you now! Why I did not despise you was on account of your being unsmirched in spite of all; you withdrew yourself from me so quickly and resolutely when you saw the situation; you did not remain at my pleasure; so there was one petticoat in the world for whom I had no contempt, and you are she. But you may well despise me now! I thought I worshipped on the mountains, but I find I still serve in the groves! Ha! ha!' ¡¡¡¡`O Alec d'Urberville! What does this mean? What have I done

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began the subject she felt that she could say nothing. So the day passed, and it was evident that whatever he thought he meant to keep to himself. Yet he was frank and affectionate as before. Could it be that her doubts were childish? that he forgave her; that he loved her for what she was, just as she was, and smiled at her disquiet as at a foolish nightmare? Had he really received her note? She glanced into his room, and could see nothing of it. It might be that he forgave her. But even if he had not received it she had a sudden enthusiastic trust that he surely would forgive her. ¡¡¡¡Every morning and night he was the same, and thus New Year's Eve broke - the wedding-day. ¡¡¡¡The lovers did not rise at milking-time, having through the whole of this last week of their sojourn at the dairy been accorded something of the position of guests, Tess being honoured with a room of her own. When they arrived downstairs at breakfast-time they were surprised to see what effects had been produced in the large

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And begad, so 't have!' said the dairyman, who held in his left hand a wooden slice on which a lump of butter was stuck. `Yes - taste for yourself!' ¡¡¡¡Several of them gathered round him; and Mr Clare tasted, Tess tasted, also the other indoor milkmaids, one or two of the milking-men, and last of all Mrs Crick, who came out from the waiting breakfast-table. There certainly was a twang. ¡¡¡¡The dairyman, who had thrown himself into abstraction to better realize the taste, and so divine the particular species of noxious weed to which it appertained, suddenly exclaimed-- ¡¡¡¡`'Tis garlic! and I thought there wasn't a blade left in that mead!' ¡¡¡¡Then all the old hands remembered that a certain dry mead, into which a few of the cows had been admitted of late, had, in years gone by, spoilt the butter in the same way. The dairyman had not recognized the taste at that time, and thought the butter bewitched. ¡¡¡¡`We must overhaul that mead,' he resumed; `this mustn't continny!'

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Sir Ronald Graves drew a cat upon his blotting pad.He looked at the large portly figure of Chief-Inspector Davy sitting opposite him and drewa bulldog.
　　"Ladislaus Malinowski?" he said. "Could be. Got any evidence?"
　　"No. he'd fit thebill, would he?"
　　"A daredevil. No nerves. Won the WorldChampionship. Bad crash about a year ago. Bad reputation with women. Sources of incomedoubtful. Spends money here and abroad freely. Always going to and fro to the Continent.Have you got some idea that he's the man behind these bigorganised robberies and hold-ups?"
　　"I don't think he's the planner. But I think he's in with them."