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spleen more than anything, to have the pretence of being asked, of being given a choice, and at the same time addressed in such a way as to oblige one to do the very thing, whatever it be! If I had not luckily thought of standing up with you I could not have got out of it. It is a great deal too bad. But when my aunt has got a fancy in her head, nothing can stop her."The Honourable John Yates, this new friend, had not much to recommend him beyond habits of fashion and expense, and being the younger son of a lord with a tolerable independence; and Sir Thomas would probably have thought his introduction at Mansfield by no means desirable. Mr. Bertram's acquaintance with him had begun at Weymouth,

where they had spent ten days together in the same society, and the friendship, if friendship it might be called, had been proved and perfected by Mr. Yates's being invited to take Mansfield in his way, whenever he could, and by his promising to come; and he did come rather earlier than had been expected, in consequence of the sudden breaking-up of a large party assembled for gaiety at the house of another friend, which he had left Weymouth to join. He came on the

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meanwhile was as unhappy as possible. Afraid of everybody, ashamed of herself, and longing for the home she had left, she knew not how to look up, and could scarcely speak to be heard, or without crying. Mrs. Norris had been talking to her the whole way from Northampton of her wonderful good fortune, and the extraordinary degree of gratitude and good behaviour which it ought to produce, and her consciousness of -meant condescensions of Sir Thomas, and all the officious prognostications of Mrs. Norris that she would be a good girl; in vain did Lady Bertram smile and make her sit on the sofa with h

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¡¡¡¡I was trying to familiarize my mind with the worst, and to present to myself the arrangements we should have to make for the future in their sternest aspect, when a hackney-chariot coming after me, and stopping at my very feet, occasioned me to look up. A fair hand was stretched forth to me from the window; and the face I had never seen without a feeling of serenity and happiness,
from the moment when it first turned back on the old oak staircase with the great broad balustrade, and when I associated its softened beauty with the stained-glass window in the church, was smiling on me. ¡¡¡¡'Agnes!' I joyfully exclaimed. 'Oh, my dear Agnes, of all people in the world, what a pleasure to see you!' ¡¡¡¡'Is it, indeed?' she said, in her cordial voice. ¡¡¡¡'I want to talk to you so much!' said I. 'It's such a lightening of my heart, only to look at you! If I had had a conjuror's cap, there is no one I should have wished for but you!'

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the worst, and to present to myself the arrangements we should have to make for the future in their sternest aspect, when a hackney-chariot coming after me, and stopping at my very feet, occasioned me to look up. A fair hand was stretched forth to me from the window; and the face I had never seen without a feeling of serenity and happiness,
the moment when it first turned back on the old oak staircase with the great broad balustrade, and when I associated its softened beauty with the stained-glass window in the church, was smiling on me. ¡¡¡¡'Agnes!' I joyfully exclaimed. 'Oh, my dear Agnes, of all people in the world, what a pleasure to see you!' ¡¡¡¡'Is it, indeed?' she said, in her cordial voice. ¡¡¡¡'I want to talk to you so much!' said I. 'It's such a lightening of my heart, only to look at you! If I had had a conjuror's cap, there is no one I should have wished for but you!'

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. Grotesque creatures from the lowest star systems, drunk on spiced liquorand their own fetid vapors. Gamorreans, twisted humans, jawas—all reveling inbase pleasures, or raucously comparing mean feats. And at the front of the room,reclining on a dais that overlooked the debauchery, was Jabba the Hutt. His head was three times human size, perhaps four. His eyes were yellow,reptilian—his skin was like a snake's, as well, except covered with a fine layer ofgrease. He had no neck, but only a series of chins that expanded finally into a greatbloated body, engorged to bursting with stolen morsels. Stunted, almost uselessarms sprouted from his upper torso, the sticky fingers of his left hand languidlywrapped around the smoking-end of his water-pipe. He had no hair—it had fallenout from a combination of diseases. He had no legs—his trunk simply taperedgradually to a long, plump snake-tail that stretched along the length of the platformlike a tube of yeasty dough. His lipless mouth was wide, almost ear to ear, and hedrooled continuously. He was quite thoroughly disgusting.

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Yoda shook his head and shrugged gently. "Difficult to see. Always inmotion is the future." Luke opened his eyes again. He stood up and quickly began to gather hisequipment. "They're my friends," he said, guessing that the Jedi Master might try todissuade him from doing what he knew he must. "And therefore," Yoda added, "decide you must how to serve them best. If youleave now, help them you could. But you would destroy all for which they havefought and suffered." His words stopped Luke cold. The youth sank to the ground, feeling a shroudof gloom envelop him. Could he really destroy everything he had worked for andpossibly also destroy his friends? But how could he not try to save them? Artoo perceived his master's despair and rolled over to stand by him and providewhat comfort he could.

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Grimly attentive, General Rieekan watched the console screens. Suddenly hesaw a flashing signal that had not been there a moment before. "Princess," he said,"I think we have a visitor." Leia, Han, Chewbacca, and Threepio gathered around the general and watchedthe beeping monitor screens. "We've picked up something outside the base in Zone Twelve. It's movingeast," said Rieekan. "Whatever it is, it's metal," the sensor controller observed. Leia's eyes widened in surprise. "Then it can't be one of those creatures thatattacked Luke?" "Could it be ours?" Han asked. "A speeder?" The sensor controller shook his head. "No, there's no signal." Then came asound from another monitor. "Wait, something very weak…" Walking as rapidly as his stiff joints allowed, Threepio approached the console.His auditory sensors turned in the strange signals. "I must say, sir, I'm fluent in oversixty million forms of communication, but this is something new. Must be in a codeor—"

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about her, the more he realized how much trouble heeventually bought himself by accepting Ben Kenobi's money. All Han had wantedoriginally was to collect his fee and rocket off to pay back some bad debts that hungover his head like a meteor ready to fall. Never had he intended to become a hero. And yet, something had kept him around to join Luke and his crazy Rebelfriends as they launched the now-legendary space attack on the Death Star.Something. For the present, Han couldn't decide just what that something was. Now, long after the Death Star's destruction, Han was still with the RebelAlliance, lending his assistance to establish this base on Hoth, probably the bleakestof all planets in the galaxy. But all that was about to change, he told himself. Asfar as he was concerned, Han Solo and the Rebels were about to blast off on divergentcourses. He walked rapidly through the underground hangar deck where several Rebelfighter ship were docked and being serviced by men in gray assisted by droids ofvarious designs. Of greatest concern to Han was the saucer-shaped freighter ship

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Ahead, the bright sphere of what looked like on of Yavin's moons but wasn'tbegan to glow with increasing brightness. It shone with an eerie metallic glowutterly unlike that of any natural satellite. As he watched the giant battle stationmake its way around the rim of Yavin, Blue Leader's thoughts traveled back over theyears. Over the uncountable injustices, the innocents taken away for interrogationand never heard from again—the whole multitude of evils incurred by an increasinglycorrupt and indifferent Imperial government. All those terrors and agonies wereconcentrated, magnified, represented by the single bloated feat of engineering theywere approaching now. "This is it, boys," he said to the mike. "Blue Two, you're too far out. Close itup, Wedge." The young pilot Luke had encountered in the temple briefing room glanced tostarboard, then back to his instruments. He executed a slight adjustment, frowning."Sorry, boss. My ranger seems to be a few points off. I'll have to go on manual." "Check, Blue Two. Watch yourself. All ships, stand by to lock S-foils inattack mode." One after another, from Luke and Biggs, Wedge and the other members of Blueassault squadron, the replies came back. "Standing by…" "Execute," Blue Leader commanded, when John D. and Piggy had indicated theywere in readiness. The double wings on the X-wing fighters split apart, like narrow seeds. Eachfighter now displayed four wings, its wing-mounted armament and quadruple enginesnow deployed for maximum firepower and maneuverability. Ahead, they Imperial station continued to grow. Surface features becamevisible as each pilot recognized docking bays, broadcast antennae, and other man-made mountains and canyons. As he neared that threatening black sphere for the second time, Luke's breathinggrew faster. Automatic life-support machinery detected the respiratory shift andcompensated properly. Something began to buffet his ship, almost as if he were back in his skyhopperagain, wrestling with the unpredictable winds of Tatooine. He experienced a badmoment of uncertainty until the calming voice of Blue Leader sounded in his ears. "We're passing through their outer shields. Hold tight. Lock down freeze-floating controls and switch your own deflectors on, double front." The shaking and buffeting continued, worsened. Not knowing how to

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"Where do you think you'regoing?" But Solo had already rounded a far bend in the corridor and didn't hear. Notthat it would have made any difference. Upset at his partner's disappearance, Chewbacca let out a thunderous if unsettledhowl and rushed down the hallway after him. That left Luke and Leia standing alonein the empty corridor. "Maybe I was too hard on your friend," he confessed reluctantly. "He certainlyis courageous." "He certainly is an idiot!" a furious Luke countered tightly. "I don't know whatgood it'll do us if he gets himself killed." Muted alarms suddenly sounded from thebay below and behind them. "That's done it," Luke growled disgustedly. "Let's go." Together they startedoff in search of a way down to a hangar-deck level. Solo continued his rout of all opposition, running at top speed down the longhallway, yelling and brandishing his pistol. Occasionally he got off a shot whoseeffect was more valuable psychologically than tactically. Half the troops had already scattered down various subpassages and corridors.The ten troopers he continued to harry still raced headlong away from him, up againsta dead end, which forced them to turn and confront their opponents. Seeing that the ten had halted, Solo likewise slowed. Gradually he came to acomplete stop. Corellian and Imperials regarded one another silently. Several ofthe troopers were staring, not at Han but past him.

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removed a small disk from a belt pouch and sealed it to the Artoounit's flank. A large tube protruded from one side of the gargantuan vehicle. Theyrolled him over to it and then moved clear. There was a brief moan, the whoosh ofpowerful vacuum, and the small robot was sucked into the bowels of the sandcrawleras neatly as a pea up a straw. This part of the job completed, the jawas engaged inanother bout of jabbering, following which they scurried into the crawler via tubesand ladders, for all the world like a nest of mice returning to their holes. None too gently, the suction tube deposited Artoo in a small cubical. Inaddition to varied piles of broken instruments and outright scrap, a dozen or so robotsof differing shapes and sizes populated the prison. A few were locked in electronicconversation. Others muddled aimlessly about. But when Artoo tumbled into thechamber, one voice burst out in surprise.