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seeing your friend either to-morrow or Sunday. They really go on Monday; and I was within a trifle of being persuaded to stay at Lessingby till that very day! I had almost promised it. What a difference it might have made! Those five or six days more at Lessingby might have been felt all my life." ¡¡¡¡ "You were near staying there?" ¡¡¡¡ "Very. I was most kindly pressed, and had nearly consented. Had I received any letter from Mansfield, to tell me how you were all going on, I believe I should certainly have staid; but I knew nothing that had happened here for a fortnight,

and felt that I had been away long enough." ¡¡¡¡ "You spent your time pleasantly there?" "Yes; that is, it was the fault of my own mind if I did not. They were all very pleasant. I doubt their finding me so. I took uneasiness with me, and there was no getting rid of it till I was in Mansfield again."

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reconciled to the risk, or feel any of that obligation to Mr. Crawford for lending the horse which he had fully intended it should produce. When it was proved, however, to have done William no harm, she could allow it to be a kindness, and even reward the owner with a smile when the animal was one minute tendered to his use again; and the next, with the greatest cordiality, and in a manner not to be resisted, made over to his use entirely so long as he remained in Northamptonshire. (End of Volume One) ¡¡¡¡ The intercourse of the two families was at this period more
than any member of the old intimacy had thought ever likely to be again. The return of Henry Crawford, and the arrival of William Price, had much to do with it, but much was still owing to Sir Thomas's more than toleration of the neighbourly attempts at the Parsonage. His mind, now disengaged from the cares which had pressed

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toward his own ship. Luke had a hundred questions toask him, and no time for even one. "I've got to get aboard my own boat, Luke. Listen, you'll tell me your storieswhen we come back. All right?" "All right. I told you I'd make it here someday, Biggs." "You did." His friend was moving toward a cluster of waiting fighter, adjustinghis flight suit. "It's going to be like old time, Luke. We're a couple of shootingstars that can't be stopped!" Luke laughed. They used to reassure themselves with that cry when theypiloted starships of sandhills and dead logs behind the flaking, pitted buildings ofAnchorhead…years and years ago. Once more Luke turned toward his ship, admiring its deadly lines. DespiteBlue Leader's assurances, he had to admit that it didn't look much like an Incomskyhopper. Artoo Detoo was being snuggled into the R-2 socket behind the fightercockpit. A forlorn metal figure stood below, watching the operation and shufflingnervously about. "Hold on tight," See Threepio was cautioning the smaller robot. "You've got tocome back. If you don't come back, who am I going to have to yell at?" ForThreepio, that query amounted to an overwhelming outburst of emotion. Artoo beeped confidently down at his friend, however, as Luke mounted thecockpit entry. Farther down the hangar he saw Blue Leader already set in hisacceleration chair and signaling to his ground crew. Another roar was added to themonstrous din filling the hangar area as ship after ship activated its engines. In thatenclosed rectangle of temple the steady thunder was overpowering. Slipping into the cockpit seat, Luke studied the various controls as groundattendants began wiring him via cords and umbilicals into the ship. His confidenceincreased steadily. The instrumentation was necessarily simplified and, as BlueLeader had indicated, much like his old skyhopper. Something patted his helmet, and he glanced left to see the crew chief leaningclose. He had to shout to be heard above the deafening howl of multiple engines."That R-2 unit of yours seems a little beat-up. Do you want a new one?" Luke glanced briefly back at the secured 'droid before replying. Artoo Detoolooked like a permanent piece of the fighter.