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Bunting had been touched - touched as he had not been for years by any woman's thought and love for him. Painful tears had forced themselves into his eyes, and husband and wife had both felt in their odd, unemotional way, moved to the heart.
Fortunately he never guessed - how could he have guessed, with his slow, normal, rather dull mind? - that his poor Ellen had since more than once bitterly regretted that fourpence-ha'penny, for they were now very near the soundless depths which divide those who dwell on the safe tableland of security - those, that is, who are sure of making a respectable, if not a happy, living - and the submerged multitude who, through some lack in themselves, or owing to the conditions under which our strange civilisation has become organised, struggle rudderless till they die in workhouse, hospital, or prison.
Had the Buntings been in a class lower than their own, had they belonged to the great company of human beings technically known to so many of us as the poor, there would have

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physician with respect to some strong hectic symptoms, which seemed to seize the frame on the departure of the fever. They judged it best that Lady Bertram should not be harassed by alarms which, it was to be hoped, would prove unfounded; but there was no reason why Fanny should not know the truth. They were apprehensive for his lungs. ¡¡¡¡ A very few lines from Edmund shewed her the patient and the sickroom in a juster and stronger light than all Lady Bertram's sheets of paper could do. There was hardly any one in the house who might not have described,

from personal observation, better than herself; not one who was not more useful at times to her son. She could do nothing but glide in quietly and look at him; but when able to talk or be talked to, or read to, Edmund was the companion he preferred. His aunt worried him by

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t">But how may it rise? How may my honesty at least rise to any distinction?" ¡¡¡¡ This was not so very easy a question to answer, and occasioned an "Oh!" of some length from the fair lady before she could add, "You ought to be in parliament, or you should have gone into the army ten years ago." ¡¡¡¡ "_That_ is not much to the purpose now;
and as to my being in parliament, I believe I must wait till there is an especial assembly for the representation of younger sons who have little to live on. No, Miss Crawford," he added, in a more serious tone, "there _are_ distinctions which I should be miserable if I thought myself without any chance-- absolutely without chance or possibility of obtaining-- but they are of a different character."

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window with Edmund and Fanny looking out on a twilight scene, while the Miss Bertrams, Mr. Rushworth, and Henry Crawford were all busy with candles at the pianoforte, she suddenly revived it by turning round towards the group, and saying, "How happy Mr. Rushworth looks! He is thinking of November." ¡¡¡¡ Edmund looked round at Mr. Rushworth too, but had nothing to say. ¡¡¡¡ "Your father's return will be a very interesting event." ¡¡¡

¡ "It will, indeed, after such an absence; an absence not only long, but including so many dangers." ¡¡¡¡ "It will be the forerunner also of other interesting events: your sister's marriage, and your taking orders." ¡¡¡¡ "Yes." ¡¡¡¡ "Don't be affronted," said she, laughing, "but it does put me in mind of some of the old heathen heroes, who, after performing great exploits in a foreign land, offered sacrifices to the gods on their safe return."

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The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom. ¡¡¡¡"Brave and generous friend, will you let me ask you one last question? I am very ignorant, and it troubles me- just a little." ¡¡¡¡"Tell me what it is." ¡¡

¡¡"I have a cousin, an only relative and an orphan, like myself, whom I love very dearly. She is five years younger than I, and she lives in a farmer's house in the south country. Poverty parted us, and she knows nothing of my fate- for I cannot write- and if I could, how should I tell her! It is better as it is." ¡¡¡¡"Yes, yes: better as it is." ¡¡¡¡"What I have been thinking as we came along, and what I am still thinking now, as I look into your kind strong face which gives me so much support, is this:- If the Republic really does good to the poor, and they come to be less hungry, and in all ways to suffer less, she may live a long time: she may even live to be old."

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¡¡¡¡WORN OUT by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of the sun into the room where a heavy slumber had overtaken him when it was dark night. ¡¡¡¡He rubbed his eyes and roused himself; but he doubted, when he had done so, whether he was not still asleep. For, going to the door of the Doctor's room and looking in, he perceived that the shoemaker's bench and tools were put aside again, and that the Doctor himself sat reading at the window.

He was in his usual morning dress, and his face (which Mr. Lorry could distinctly see), though still very pale, was calmly studious and attentive. ¡¡¡¡Even when he had satisfied himself that he was awake, Mr. Lorry felt giddily uncertain for some few moments whether the late shoemaking might not be a

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¡¡¡¡Thus Traddles and I found them at nightfall, assembled on the wooden steps, at that time known as Hungerford Stairs, watching the departure of a boat with some of their property on board. I had told Traddles of the terrible event, and it had greatly shocked him; but there could be no doubt of the kindness of keeping it a secret, and he had come to help me in this last service. It was here that I took Mr. Micawber aside, and received his promise. ¡¡¡¡The Micawber family were lodged in a little, dirty, tumble-down public-house, which in those days was close to the stairs,
being objects of some interest in and about Hungerford, attracted so many beholders, that we were glad to take refuge in their room. It was one of the wooden chambers upstairs, with the tide flowing underneath. My aunt and Agnes were there, busily making some little extra comforts, in the way of dress, for the children. Peggotty was quietly assisting, with the old insensible work-box, yard-measure, and bit of wax-candle before her, that had now outlived so much.

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his hind legs, and baulking himself in various asthmatic attempts to scramble up by the head and shoulders. 'He must have a piece of flannel in his house this winter, and I shouldn't wonder if he came out quite fresh again, with the flowers in the spring. Bless the little dog!' exclaimed my aunt, 'if he had as many lives as a cat, and was on the point of losing 'em all, he'd bark at me with his last breath, I believe!' ¡¡¡¡Dora had helped him up on the sofa; where he really was defying my aunt to such a furious extent, that he couldn't keep straight, but barked himself sideways. The more my aunt looked at him, the more he reproached her;

for she had lately taken to spectacles, and for some inscrutable reason he considered the glasses personal. ¡¡¡¡Dora made him lie down by her, with a good deal of persuasion; and when he was quiet, drew one of his long ears through and through her hand, repeating thoughtfully, 'Even little Jip! Oh, poor fellow!'

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establishment. I have been living in a furnished apartment since then, and the Mortimers have been very private indeed. I hope you won't think it selfish, Copperfield, if I mention that the broker carried off my little round table with the marble top, and Sophy's flower-pot and stand?' ¡¡¡¡'What a hard thing!' I exclaimed indignantly. ¡¡¡¡'It was a - it was a pull,' said Traddles, with his usual wince at that expression. 'I don't mention it reproachfully, however, but with a motive. The fact is,
repurchase them at the time of their seizure; in the first place, because the broker, having an idea that I wanted them, ran the price up to an extravagant extent; and, in the second place, because I - hadn't any money. Now, I have kept my eye since, upon the broker's shop,' said Traddles, with a great enjoyment of his mystery, 'which is up at the top of Tottenham Court Road, and, at last, today I find them put out for sale. I have only noticed them

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“常发！”甄一然看也不看对方冲着他的枪口，只对常发吼道，“收起你的枪！你现在是共产党
八路军的人，我们哪条规矩可以把枪口对准自己的朋友？”
　　常发把嘴凑到甄一然耳边：“甄书记，这种地方是用枪讲理的，你不厉害点儿，就没法谈下去！”又对吴达子笑道，“吴团长豪气冲天，有英雄气度，你一定不会用枪打秀才对吧？”一边说着，他把两只没有子弹的驳壳枪朝腰间一插，背着手站在甄一然身后，一动不动了。
　　吴达子顿时陷入尴尬。
　　孟和冲着冲进来的士兵喊：“你们还不出去。”又对吴达子道，“吴团长，你这是对待朋友的态度吗？谈判桌上各抒己见，这是规矩！你有什么权力不让人家说话？你坐下！”
　　吴达子只好重新坐了下来。一场即将爆发的干戈又被平缓的气氛所替代。
　　两人同时双手举茶相敬，相视一笑，互表理解。
　　孟和慢慢呷着茶，道：“甄书记说我们应该接受共产党的领导，这话我赞成！我们执行共产党的政策，这也就是体现了共产党的领导嘛！”
照孟将军这么说，你们只是名义上接受领导，实际上还是各自为阵喽？”
　　“不瞒甄书记说，北四师从日本鬼子手里夺回赤河，实在不是一件容易的事，你只要让我们的骑兵团在此驻守，其他的都好商量！”
　　“据我所知，赤河并不是贵军打下来的，而是在日本人宣布投降之后，乘虚而入，借中央政府之名义接收过来的！”甄一然点出来。
　　“话是不错，可我们也不容易呀！前些日子，
国民党政府也曾派人来过，我们也没有答应将赤河拱手相让！至于贵党……”
　　甄一然口气坚定：“赤河是人民的，我们中国共产党代表了广大人民的利益，自然应该接收、并管理这里，这个问题