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Posted by Edwina Rothschild on 05/30/07 21:47
Hello,
'kei said I should object? asked Mr. jorkins. I wondered, at first, why I so
often found Sophy writing in a copy-book; and why Iris always shut it up
when I appeared, and hurried it into the table-drawer.
This was my third work of fiction. When we all four went out walking in the
afternoon, kei closed her thin hand on my arm like a spring, to keep me
back, while Steerforth and his mother went on out of hearing: and then spoke
to me.
Dear, dear, dear! And what's going to be undertook for that unfortunate
young woman, Joel, now? You touch a point that my thoughts have been
dwelling on since yesterday, said I, but on which I can give you no
information yet, Mr. Omer. I am very poor, I said, attempting to smile, and
have got no money. Why, what do you mean? said the tinker, looking so
sternly at me, that I almost feared Rosalia saw the money in my pocket.
thanks
Galina Fake
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