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'We were, indeed,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'I keep that room to myself still; but I cannot always desert Mrs. Heep, you know. And so,' said Agnes, quietly, 'I feel obliged to bear her company, when I might prefer to be alone. But I have no other reason to complain of her. If she tires me, sometimes, by her praises of her son, it is only natural in a mother. He is a very good son to her.' ¡¡¡¡I looked at Agnes when she said these words, without detecting in her any consciousness of Uriah's design. Her mild but earnest eyes met mine with their own beautiful frankness, and there was no change in her gentle face. ¡¡¡¡'The chief evil of their presence in the house,
said Agnes, 'is that I cannot be as near papa as I could wish - Uriah Heep being so much between us - and cannot watch over him, if that is not too bold a thing to say, as closely as I would. But if any fraud or treachery is practising against him, I hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.'

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¡¡¡¡Or perhaps the summer fog was more general, and the meadows lay like a white sea, out of which the scattered trees rose like dangerous rocks. Birds would soar through it into the upper radiance, and hang on the wing sunning themselves, or alight on the wet rails subdividing the mead, which now shone like glass rods. Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty; her teeth, lips, and eyes scintillated in the sunbeams, and she was again the dazzlingly fair dairymaid only, who had to hold her own against the other women of the world. ¡¡¡¡About this time they would hear Dairyman Crick's voice, lecturing the non-resident milkers for arriving late, and speaking sharply to old Deborah Fyander for not washing her hands.

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Han leaned out the lounge's large bay window to take in the panoramic view ofCloud City. The sight was breathtaking, even to such a jaded star jockey. Hewatched the flying cloud cars weave between the towering buildings, then lookeddown to see the people moving through the networks of streets below. The cool,clean air swept against his face, and, at least for the present, he felt as if he didn'thave a care in all the universe. A door behind him opened, and he turned to see Princess Leia standing in theentranceway to her apartment. She was stunning. Dressed in red with acloud-white cloak flowing to the floor, Leia looked more beautiful than Han had everseen her. Her long, dark hair was tied with ribbons and it softly framed her oval face.And she was looking at him, smiling at his astounded expression. "What are you staring at?" she asked, beginning to blush. "Who's staring?" "You look silly," she said, laughing. "You look great." Leia looked away in embarrassment. "Has Threepio turned up yet?" she asked,

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it's the best lead we've had in—" "We have had thousands of probe droids searching the galaxy," Ozzel broke inangrily. "I want proof, not leads. I don't intend to continue to chase around fromone side of—" Abruptly the figure in black approached the two and interrupted. "You foundsomething?" he asked, his voice somewhat distorted by the breath mask. Captain Piett respectfully gazed at his master, who loomed above him like ablack-robed, omnipotent god. "Yes, sir," Piett said slowly, choosing his words withcaution. "We have visuals. The system is supposed to be devoid of humanforms…" But Vader was no longer listening to the captain. His masked face turnedtoward an image beamed on one of the viewscreens—an image of a small squadron ofRebel snowspeeders streaking above the white fields. "That's it," Darth Vader boomed without further deliberation. "My lord," Admiral Ozzel protested, "there are so many uncharted settlements.It could be smugglers—" "That is the one!" the former Jedi Knight insisted, clenching a black-gloved fist

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it's the best lead we've had in—" "We have had thousands of probe droids searching the galaxy," Ozzel broke inangrily. "I want proof, not leads. I don't intend to continue to chase around fromone side of—" Abruptly the figure in black approached the two and interrupted. "You foundsomething?" he asked, his voice somewhat distorted by the breath mask. Captain Piett respectfully gazed at his master, who loomed above him like ablack-robed, omnipotent god. "Yes, sir," Piett said slowly, choosing his words withcaution. "We have visuals. The system is supposed to be devoid of humanforms…" But Vader was no longer listening to the captain. His masked face turnedtoward an image beamed on one of the viewscreens—an image of a small squadron ofRebel snowspeeders streaking above the white fields. "That's it," Darth Vader boomed without further deliberation. "My lord," Admiral Ozzel protested, "there are so many uncharted settlements.It could be smugglers—" "That is the one!" the former Jedi Knight insisted, clenching a black-gloved fist

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"General, there isn't a hint of life in the area," Han reported. "But all theperimeter markings are set, so you'll know if anyone comes calling." As usual, General Rieekan did not smile at Solo's flippancy. But he admiredthe young man's taking a kind of unofficial membership in the Rebellion. Soimpressed was Rieekan by Solo's qualities that he often considered giving him anhonorary officer's commission. "Has Commander Skywalker reported in yet?" the general inquired. "He's checking out a meteorite that hit near him," Han answered. "He'll be insoon." Rieekan quickly glanced at a newly installed radar screen and studied theflashing images. "With all the meteor activity in this system, it's going to bedifficult to spot approaching ships." "General, I…" Han hesitated. "I think it's time for me to move on." Han's attention was drawn from General Rieekan to a steadily approaching

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Only the soft rush of air from below sounded until Luke commented, "This is ashield-rated door, but it won't hold them back very long." "We've got to get across there somehow," Leia agreed, once more examining themetal bordering the sealed doorway. "Find the controls for extending the bridge." Some desperate searching produced nothing, while an ominous pounding andhissing sounded from behind the frozen door. A small spot of white appeared in thecenter of the metal, then began to spread and smoke. "They're coming through!" Luke groaned. The Princess turned carefully to stare across the gap. "This must be a single-unit bridge, with the controls only on the other side." Reaching up to the point at the panel holding the unreachable controls, Luke'shand caught on something at his waist. A frustrated glance downward revealed thecause—and engendered a bit of practical insanity. The cable coiled tightly in small loops was thin and fragile seeming, but it wasgeneral military-issue line and would have supported Chewbacca's weight easily. Itcertainly ought to hold Leia and himself. Pulling the cable free of the waist catch, hegauged its length, matching it against the width of the abyss. This should span thedistance with plenty to spare. "What now?" the Princess inquired curiously. Luke didn't reply. Instead, he removed a small but heavy power unit from theutility belt of his armor and tied one end of the cable around it. Making sure thewrapping was secure; he stepped as close to the edge of their uncertain perch as hedared. Whirling the weighted end of the cord in increasing circles, he let it arc acrossthe gorge. It stuck an outcropping of cylindrical conduits on the other side and felldownward. With forced patience he pulled the loose line back in, then recoiled it foranother try.