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none. Also of thinking that Jip once barked in the distance, and was instantly choked by somebody. Ultimately I found myself backing Traddles into the fireplace, and bowing in great confusion to two dry little elderly ladies, dressed in black, and each looking wonderfully like a preparation in chip or tan of the late Mr. Spenlow. ¡¡¡¡'Pray,' said one of the two little ladies, 'be seated.' ¡¡¡¡When I had done tumbling over Traddles, and had sat upon something which was not a cat - my first seat was - I so far recovered my sight, as to perceive that Mr.
Spenlow had evidently been the youngest of the family; that there was a disparity of six or eight years between the two sisters; and that the younger appeared to be the manager of the conference, inasmuch as she had my letter in her hand - so familiar as it looked to me, and yet so odd! - and was referring to it through an eye-glass. They were dressed alike, but this sister wore her dress with a more youthful air than the other; and perhaps had a trifle more frill, or tucker, or brooch, or bracelet, or some little thing of that kind, which made her look more lively. They were both upright in their carriage, formal, precise, composed, and quiet. The sister who had not my letter, had her arms crossed on her breast, and resting on each other, like an Idol.

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'My dear,' said Mr. Micawber; 'Copperfield,' for so he had been accustomed to call me, of late, 'has a heart to feel for the distresses of his fellow-creatures when they are behind a cloud, and a head to plan, and a hand to - in short, a general ability to dispose of such available property as could be made away with.' ¡¡¡¡I expressed my sense of this commendation, and said I was very sorry we were going to lose one another. ¡¡¡¡'My dear young friend,' said Mr. Micawber, 'I am older than you; a man of some experience in life, and - and of some experience,
, in difficulties, generally speaking. At present, and until something turns up (which I am, I may say, hourly expecting), I have nothing to bestow but advice. Still my advice is so far worth taking, that - in short, that I have never taken it myself, and am the' - here Mr. Micawber, who had been beaming and smiling, all over his head and face, up to the present moment, checked himself and frowned - 'the miserable wretch you behold.'

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and at least half-a-dozen years my senior, I was carried as before a magistrate. He inquired, under a shed in the playground, into the particulars of my punishment, and was pleased to express his opinion that it was 'a jolly shame'; for which I became bound to him ever afterwards. ¡¡¡¡'What money have you got, Copperfield?' he said, walking aside with me when he had disposed of my affair in these terms. I told him seven shillings. ¡¡¡¡'You had better give it to me to take care of,' he said. 'At least, you can if you like.
You needn't if you don't like.' ¡¡¡¡I hastened to comply with his friendly suggestion, and opening Peggotty's purse, turned it upside down into his hand. ¡¡¡¡'Do you want to spend anything now?' he asked me. ¡¡¡¡'No thank you,' I replied. ¡¡¡¡'You can, if you like, you know,' said Steerforth. 'Say the word.' ¡¡¡¡'No, thank you, sir,' I repeated. ¡¡¡¡'Perhaps you'd like to spend a couple of shillings or so, in a bottle of currant wine by and by, up in the bedroom?' said Steerforth. 'You belong to my bedroom, I find.'

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"I took it he was going off to the airport then,"said Miss Marple. "That's why I was so surprised to see he was back again."
　　"I beg your pardon, what do you mean by 'back again'?"
　　"Well, that he was back here again, I mean."
　　"Now, let's get thisquite clear," said Father, careful to speak in an agreeableand reminiscent voice, and not as though it was really important. "You saw the old idio – you saw the Canon, that isto say, leave as you thought for that airport with his overnight bag, fairly early in theevening. Is that right?"
　　"Yes. About half-past six, I would say, or quarterto seven."
　　"But you say he came back."
　　"Perhaps he missed the plane. That would accountfor it."
　　"When did he come back?"

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By the engine, the driver and the fireman lay neatlygagged and trussed up. The man with the lantern called out:
　　"Everything O.K. here."
　　The guard lay by the embankment, similarly gaggedand tied.
　　The expert cracksmen in the postal van had donetheir work. Two more neatly trussed bodies lay on the floor. The special mailbags sailedout to where other men on the embankment awaited them.
　　In their compartments, passengers grumbled to eachother that the railways were not what they used to be.
　　Then, as they settled themselves to sleep again,there came through the darkness the roar of an exhaust.
　　"Goodness," murmured awoman. "Is that a jet plane?"

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Her friend's voiceinterrupted these meditations.
　　"Well, I never. It is – yes, it is – Bess Sedgwick over there! Of all theunlikely places –”
　　Miss Marple had been listening with only half an earto Lady Selina's comments on her surroundings. She and MissMarple moved in entirely different circles, so that Miss Marple had been unable toexchange scandalous tit-bits about the various friends or acquaintances that Lady Selinarecognised or thought she recognised.
　　But Bess Sedgwick was different. Bess Sedgwick was aname that almost everyone in England knew. For over thirty years now, Bess Sedgwick hadbeen reported by the Press as doing this or that outrageous or extraordinary thing. For agood part of the war she had been a member of the French Resistance, and was said to

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Leia!" Luke and Han shouted together. "Rahrhah!" "Boo dEEdwee!" "Your Highness!" With a gasp she rushed toward her friends, but a phalanx of Ewoks blocked herway with spears. She turned to Chief Chirpa, then to her robot interpreter. "Threepio, tell them these are my friends. They must be set free." Threepio looked at Chirpa and Logray. "Eep sqee rheeow," he said with muchcivility. "Sqeeow roah meep meeb eerah." Chirpa and Logray shook their heads with a motion that was unequivocablynegative. Logray chattered an order at his helpers, who resumed vigorously pilingwood under Solo. Han exchanged helpless looks with Leia. "Somehow I have a feeling thatdidn't do us much good." "Luke, what can we do?" Leia urged. She hadn't expected this at all. She'dexpected a guide back to her ship, or at worst a short supper and lodging for the night.She definitely didn't understand these creatures. "Luke?" she questioned.