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those associations would be recalled- say, under certain circumstances- say, on a particular occasion. He tried to prepare himself in vain; perhaps the effort to prepare himself made him less able to bear it." ¡¡¡¡"Would he remember what took place in the relapse?" asked Mr. Lorry, with natural hesitation. ¡¡¡¡The Doctor looked desolately round the room, shook his head, and answered, in a low voice, "Not at all." ¡¡¡¡"Now, as to the future," hinted Mr. Lorry. ¡¡

¡¡"As to the future," said the Doctor, recovering firmness, "I should have great hope. As it pleased Heaven in its mercy to restore him so soon, I should have great hope. He, yielding under the pressure of a complicated something, long dreaded and long vaguely foreseen and contended against, and recovering after the cloud had burst and passed, I should hope that the worst was over."

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, and showing me a countenance in which there are some traces of old pride and beauty, feebly contending with a querulous, imbecile, fretful wandering of the mind? She is in a garden; and near her stands a sharp, dark, withered woman, with a white scar on her lip. Let me hear what they say. ¡¡¡¡'Rosa, I have forgotten this gentleman's name.' ¡¡¡¡Rosa bends over her, and calls to her, 'Mr. Copperfield.' ¡¡¡¡'I am glad to see you, sir. I am sorry to observe you are in mourning. I hope Time will be good to you.' ¡¡¡¡Her impatient attendant scolds her, tells her I am not in mourning, bids her look again, tries to rouse her. ¡¡¡¡'You have seen my son,
' Looking fixedly at me, she puts her hand to her forehead, and moans. Suddenly, she cries, in a terrible voice, 'Rosa, come to me. He is dead!' Rosa kneeling at her feet, by turns caresses her, and quarrels with her; now fiercely telling her, 'I loved him better than you ever did!'- now soothing her to sleep on her breast, like a sick child. Thus I leave them; thus I always find them; thus they wear their time away, from year to year.

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I nodded at him, and he nodded back again. ¡¡¡¡'In short, boy,' said Mr. Dick, dropping his voice to a whisper, 'I am simple.' ¡¡¡¡I would have qualified that conclusion, but he stopped me. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, I am! She pretends I am not. She won't hear of it; but I am. I know I am. If she hadn't stood my friend, sir, I should have been shut up, to lead a dismal life these many years. But I'll provide for her! I never spend the copying money. I put it in a box.

I have made a will. I'll leave it all to her. She shall be rich - noble!' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Dick took out his pocket-handkerchief, and wiped his eyes. He then folded it up with great care, pressed it smooth between his two hands, put it in his pocket, and seemed to put my aunt away with it. ¡¡¡¡'Now you are a scholar, Trotwood,' said Mr. Dick. 'You are a fine scholar. You know what a learned man, what a great man, the Doctor is. You know what

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I nodded at him, and he nodded back again. ¡¡¡¡'In short, boy,' said Mr. Dick, dropping his voice to a whisper, 'I am simple.' ¡¡¡¡I would have qualified that conclusion, but he stopped me. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, I am! She pretends I am not. She won't hear of it; but I am. I know I am. If she hadn't stood my friend, sir, I should have been shut up, to lead a dismal life these many years. But I'll provide for her! I never spend the copying money. I put it in a box.

I have made a will. I'll leave it all to her. She shall be rich - noble!' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Dick took out his pocket-handkerchief, and wiped his eyes. He then folded it up with great care, pressed it smooth between his two hands, put it in his pocket, and seemed to put my aunt away with it. ¡¡¡¡'Now you are a scholar, Trotwood,' said Mr. Dick. 'You are a fine scholar. You know what a learned man, what a great man, the Doctor is. You know what

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But this was not the worst of it. There were a number of hangers-on and outsiders about the Commons, who, without being proctors themselves, dabbled in common-form business, and got it done by real proctors, who lent their names in consideration of a share in the spoil; - and there were a good many of these too. As our house now wanted business on any terms, we joined this noble band; and threw out lures to the hangers-on and outsiders, to bring their business to us. Marriage licences and small probates were what we all looked for, and what paid us best; and the competition for these ran very high indeed. Kidnappers and inveiglers were planted in all the avenues of entrance to the Commons, with instructions to do their utmost to cut off all persons in mourning, and all gentlemen with anything bashful in their appearance, and entice them to the offices in which their respective employers were interested; which instructions were so well observed, that I myself, before

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'Ah, she's poorly,' said the first old woman. 'It's one of her bad days. If the fire was to go out, through any accident, I verily believe she'd go out too, and never come to life again.' ¡¡¡¡As they looked at her, I looked at her also. Although it was a warm day, she seemed to think of nothing but the fire. I fancied she was jealous even of the saucepan on it; and I have reason to know that she took its impressment into the service of boiling my egg and broiling my bacon, in dudgeon; in at the little window, but she sat with her own back and the back of the large chair towards it, screening the fire as if she were sedulously keeping IT warm, instead of it keeping her warm, and watching it in a most distrustful manner. The completion of the preparations for my breakfast, by relieving the fire, gave her such extreme joy that she laughed aloud - and a very unmelodious laugh she had, I must say.

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The air was so clear and pleasant, and the horse seemed to like the idea of the ride so much himself, as he stood snorting and pawing at the garden-gate, that I had a great desire to go. So I was sent upstairs to Peggotty to be made spruce; and in the meantime Mr. Murdstone dismounted, and, with his horse's bridle drawn over his arm, walked slowly up and down on the outer side of the sweetbriar fence, while my mother walked slowly up and down on the inner to keep him company. I recollect Peggotty and I recollect how closely they seemed to be examining the sweetbriar between them, as they strolled along; and how, from being in a perfectly angelic temper, Peggotty turned cross in a moment, and brushed my hair the wrong way, excessively hard. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Murdstone and I were soon off, and trotting along on the green turf by the side of the road. He held me quite easily with one arm, and I don't think I was restless usually; but I could not make up my mind to sit in front of him without turning my head sometimes, and looking up in his face. He had that kind of shallow black

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than he had been able to manage before:
　　"I'm afraid we don't know each other as well as we ought to, seeing I'm your guardian as well as your godfather. Difficult for me, you know –difficult for a man who's an old bufferlike me – to know what a girl wants – at least – I mean to know what a girl ought tohave. Schools and then after school – what they used to callfinishing in my day. But now, I suppose it's all more serious.Careers eh? Jobs? All that? We'll have to have talk about allthat sometimes. Anything in particular you want to do?"
　　"I suppose I shall take a secretarial course,"said Elvira without enthusiasm.
　　"Oh. You want to be a secretary?"
　　"Not particularly –”
　　"Oh – well, then –”
　　"It's just what youstart with," Elvira explained.

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Darth Vader stepped out of the long, cylindrical elevator into what had been the DeathStar control room, and now was the Emperor's throne room. Two royal guards stoodeither side of the door, red robes from neck to toe, red helmets covering all buteyeslits that were actually electrically modified view-screens. Their weapons werealways drawn. The room was dim except for the light cables running either side of the elevatorshaft, carrying power and information through the space station. Vader walkedacross the sleek black steel floor, past the humming giant converter engines, up theshort flight of steps to the platform level upon which sat the Emperor's throne.Beneath this platform, off to the right, was the mouth of the shaft that delved deeplyinto the pit of the battle station, down to the very core of the power unit. The chasmwas black, and reeked of ozone, and echoed continuously in a low, hollow rumble

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had watched them in operation. Chewbacca had lingered behind at the docking-bay entrance. Now he rushedup the ramp, a hairy whirlwind, and blabbered excitedly at Solo. The pilot regardedhim coolly, nodding from time to time, then barked a brief reply. The Wookiecharged into the ship, pausing only to urge everyone to follow. "We seem to be a bit rushed," Solo explained cryptically, "so if you'll hurryaboard, we'll be off." Luke was about to venture some questions, but Kenobi was already proddinghim up the ramp. The 'droids followed. Inside, Luke was slightly startled to see the bulky Chewbacca squirm and fighthis way into a pilot's chair which, despite modifications, was still over-whelmed byhis massive form. The Wookie flipped several tiny switches with digits seeminglytoo big for the task. Those great paws drifted with surprising grace over the controls. A deep throbbing started somewhere within the ship as the engines wereactivated. Luke and Ben began strapping themselves into the vacant seats in themain passageway.