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'Now, I'm not a-going to let myself be run down, Copperfield,' he continued, raising that part of his countenance, where his red eyebrows would have been if he had had any, with malignant triumph, 'and I shall do what I can to put a stop to this friendship. I don't approve of it. I don't mind acknowledging to you that I've got rather a grudging disposition, and want to keep off all intruders. I ain't a-going, if I know it, to run the risk of being plotted against.' ¡¡¡¡'You are always plotting, and delude yourself into the belief that everybody else is doing the like, I think,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Perhaps so, Master Copperfield,' he replied. '
But I've got a motive, as my fellow-partner used to say; and I go at it tooth and nail. I mustn't be put upon, as a numble person, too much. I can't allow people in my way. Really they must come out of the cart, Master Copperfield!' ¡¡¡¡'I don't understand you,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Don't you, though?' he returned, with one of his jerks. 'I'm astonished at that, Master Copperfield, you being usually so quick! I'll try to be plainer, another time. - Is that Mr. Maldon a-norseback, ringing at the gate, sir?'

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and slept - though with a knowledge in my sleep that it was cold - until the warm beams of the sun, and the ringing of the getting-up bell at Salem House, awoke me. If I could have hoped that Steerforth was there, I would have lurked about until he came out alone; but I knew he must have left long since. Traddles still remained, perhaps, but it was very doubtful; and I had not sufficient confidence in his discretion or good luck, however strong my reliance was on his good nature, to wish to trust him with my situation. So I crept away from the wall as Mr.
Creakle's boys were getting up, and struck into the long dusty track which I had first known to be the Dover Road when I was one of them, and when I little expected that any eyes would ever see me the wayfarer I was now, upon it. ¡¡¡¡What a different Sunday morning from the old Sunday morning at Yarmouth! In due time I heard the church-bells ringing, as I plodded on; and I met people who were going to church; and I passed a church or two where the congregation were inside, and the sound of singing came out into the sunshine, while the beadle sat and

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the base imitation, what a blind young thing you were as to possibilities! I say in all earnestness that it is a shame for parents to bring up their girls in such dangerous ignorance of the gins and nets that the wicked may set for them, whether their motive be a good one or the result of simple indifference.' ¡¡¡¡Tess still did no more than listen, throwing down one globular root and taking up another with automatic regularity, the pensive contour of the mere fieldwoman alone marking her. ¡¡¡¡`But it is not that I came to say,' d'Urberville went on. `My circumstances are these. I have lost my mother since you were at Trantridge, and the place is my own. But I intend to sell it, and devote myself to missionary work in Africa. A devil of a poor hand I shall make at the trade, no doubt. However, what I want to ask you is, will you put it in my power to do my duty - to make the only reparation I can make for the trick played you: that is, will you be my wife, and go with me?... I have

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"No offence to you, sir, but if I may guess I'd say you were a cop."
　　"Right first time," saidChief-Inspector Davy. "You remember Canon Pennyfather?"
　　"Canon Pennyfather now, I don't seem to mind the name –”
　　"Elderly clergyman."
　　Michael Gorman laughed.
　　"Ah now, clergymen are as thick as peas in a podin there."
　　"This one disappeared from here."
　　"Oh, that one!" Thecommissionaire seemed slightly taken aback.
　　"Did you know him?"
　　"I wouldn't rememberhim if it hadn't been for people asking me questions abouthim. All I know is, I put him into a taxi and he went to the Athenaeum Club. That's the last I saw of him. Somebody told me he'dgone to Switzerland, but I hear he never got there. Lost himself, it seems."

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"It's an attitude that's gone out of date," agreed Egerton, "but I can quite see that it would appeal to Derek Luscombe."
　　"He's a dear,"said Elvira, "but very difficult, somehow,to talk to seriously."
　　"Yes, I can see that that might be so. Well, howmuch do you know about yourself, Elvira? About your family circumstances?"
　　"I know that my father died when I was five andthat my mother had run away from him with someone when I was about two, I don't remember her at all. I barely remember my father. He was very old and hadhis leg up on a chair. He used to swear. I was rather scared of him. After he died I livedfirst with an aunt or a cousin or something of my father's,until she died, and then I lived with Uncle Derek and his sister. But then she died and Iwent to Italy. Uncle Derek has arranged for me, now, to live with the Melfords who are hiscousins and very kind and nice and have two daughters about my age."

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a tough young fellow: he looks blooming today. I've just seen him. He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half.'
`Who is it then, Mr Kenneth?' I repeated impatiently.
`Hindley Earnshaw! Your old friend Hindley,' he replied, `and my wicked gossip: though he's been too wild for me this long while. There! I said we should draw water. But cheer up. He died true to his character: drunk as a lord. Poor lad! I'm sorry, too. One can't help missing an old companion: though he had the worst tricks with him that ever man imagined, and has done me many a rascally turn. He's barely twenty-seven, it seems; that's your own age: who would have thought you were born in one year?'
I confess this blow was greater to me than the shock of Mrs Linton's death: ancient associations lingered round my heart; I sat down in the porch and wept as for a blood relation, desiring Kenneth to get another servant to introduce him to the master. I could not hinder myself from pondering on the question--`Had he had fair play?' Whatever I did, that idea would bother me: it was so tiresomely pertinacious that I resolved on requesting leave to go to Wuthering Heights, and assist in t