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¡¡¡¡"If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." ¡¡¡¡As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. ¡¡¡¡"Are you dying for him?" she whispered. ¡¡¡¡"And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." ¡¡¡¡"O you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?" ¡¡¡¡"Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last." ¡¡¡¡The same shadows that are falling on the prison, are falling, in that same hour of the early afternoon, on the Barrier with the crowd about it,
when a coach going out of Paris drives up to be examined. ¡¡¡¡"Who goes here? Whom have we within? Papers!" ¡¡¡¡The papers are handed out, and read. ¡¡¡¡"Alexandre Manette. Physician. French. Which is he?" ¡¡¡¡This is he; this helpless, inarticulately murmuring, wandering old man pointed out. ¡¡¡¡"Apparently the Citizen-Doctor is not in his right mind? The Revolution-fever will have been too much

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'Can you defend your conduct if you do, sir?' said Mr. Spenlow, stopping short upon the hearth-rug. 'Have you considered your years, and my daughter's years, Mr. Copperfield? Have you considered what it is to undermine the confidence that should subsist between my daughter and myself? Have you considered my daughter's station in life, the projects I may contemplate for her advancement, the testamentary intentions I may have with reference to her? Have you considered anything, Mr. Copperfield?' ¡¡¡¡'Very little, sir, I am afraid;
answered, speaking to him as respectfully and sorrowfully as I felt; 'but pray believe me, I have considered my own worldly position. When I explained it to you, we were already engaged -' ¡¡¡¡'I BEG,' said Mr. Spenlow, more like Punch than I had ever seen him, as he energetically struck one hand upon the other - I could not help noticing that even in my despair; 'that YOU Will NOT talk to me of engagements, Mr. Copperfield!'

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course of a few weeks, she shortened my adopted name of Trotwood into Trot; and even encouraged me to hope, that if I went on as I had begun, I might take equal rank in her affections with my sister Betsey Trotwood. ¡¡¡¡'Trot,' said my aunt one evening, when the backgammon-board was placed as usual for herself and Mr. Dick, 'we must not forget your education.' ¡¡¡¡This was my only subject of anxiety, and I felt quite delighted by her referring to it. ¡¡¡¡'Should you like to go to school at Canterbury?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡I replied that I should like it very much, as it was Being already no stranger to the general rapidity of my aunt's evolutions, I was not surprised by the suddenness of the proposal, and said: 'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡'Good,' said my aunt again. 'Janet, hire the grey pony and chaise tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, and pack up Master Trotwood's clothes tonight.'