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Poirot added the lettuce，thus setting the seal on the child'sbewilderment. He continued to drive the moral home. "At a cheap greengrocer's-not strawberries.A strawberry，unless freshpicked，is bound to exude juice.A banana-some apples-even a cabbage-butstrawberries-""It was the first thing I thought of，"I explained by way ofexcuse. "That is unworthy of your imagination，"returned Poirot sternly. He paused on the sidewalk. The house and shop on the right of Mrs Ascher's was empty.A "TO LET"signappeared in the windows.On the other side was a house with somewhat grimymuslin curtains. To this house Poirot betook himself and，there being no bell，executed aseries of sharp flourishes with the knocker. The door was opened after some delay by a very dirty child with a nosethat needed attention. "Good evening，"said Poirot."Is your mother within?" "Ay?"said the child.

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her aunt's garden, to the opening of leaves of her uncle's plantations, and the glory of his woods. To be losing such pleasures was no trifle; to be losing them, because she was in the midst of closeness and noise, to have confinement, bad air, bad smells, substituted for liberty, freshness, fragrance, and verdure, was infinitely worse: but even these incitements to regret were feeble, compared with what arose from the conviction of being missed by her best friends, and the longing to be useful to those who were wanting her! ¡¡¡¡ Could she have been at home,

she might have been of service to every creature in the house. She felt that she must have been of use to all. To all she must have saved some trouble of head or hand; and were it only in supporting the spirits of her aunt Bertram, keeping her from the evil of solitude, or the still greater evil of a

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must have very uphill work, for there are all your early attachments and habits in battle array; and before he can get your heart for his own use he has to unfasten it from all the holds upon things animate and inanimate, which so many years' growth have confirmed, and which are considerably tightened for the moment by the very idea of separation. I know that the apprehension of being forced to quit Mansfield will for a time be arming you against him. I wish he had not been obliged to tell you what he was trying for. I wish he had known you as well as I do, Fanny. Between us, I think we should have won you. My theoretical and his practical knowledge together could not have failed. He should have worked upon my plans. I must hope,
however, that time, proving him (as I firmly believe it will) to deserve you by his steady affection, will give him his reward. I cannot suppose that you have not the _wish_ to love him--the natural wish of gratitude. You must have some feeling of that sort. You must be sorry for your own indifference."

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sort at Thornton Lacey without accepting his help. Only think how useful he was at Sotherton! Only think what grand things were produced there by our all going with him one hot day in August to drive about the grounds, and see his genius take fire. There we went, and there we came home again; and what was done there is not to be told!" ¡¡¡¡ Fanny's eyes were turned on Crawford for a moment with an expression more than grave--even reproachful; but on catching his, were instantly withdrawn. With something of consciousness he shook his head at his sister, and laughingly replied, "I cannot say there was much done at Sotherton;

but it was a hot day, and we were all walking after each other, and bewildered." As soon as a general buzz gave him shelter, he added, in a low voice, directed solely at Fanny, "I should be sorry to have my powers of _planning_ judged of by the day at Sotherton. I see things very differently now. Do not think of me as I appeared then."

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She had all the heroism of principle, and was determined to do her duty; but having also many of the feelings of youth and nature, let her not be much wondered at, if, after making all these good resolutions on the side of self-government, she seized the scrap of paper on which Edmund had begun writing to her, as a treasure beyond all her hopes, and reading with the tenderest emotion these words, "My very dear Fanny, you must do me the favour to accept" locked it up with the chain, as the dearest part of the gift.

It was the only thing approaching to a letter which she had ever received from him; she might never receive another; it was impossible that she ever should receive another so perfectly gratifying in the occasion and the style. Two lines more prized had never fallen from the pen of the most distinguished

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Lorry," said Mr. Cruncher, wiping his forehead with his arm, as an announcement that he had arrived at the peroration of his discourse, "is wot I would respectfully offer to you, sir. A man don't see all this here a goin' on dreadful round him, in the way of Subjects without heads, dear me, plentiful enough fur to bring the price down to porterage and hardly that, without havin' his serious thoughts of things. And these here would be mine,

if it wos so, entreatin' of you fur to bear in mind that wot I said just now, I up and said in the good cause when I might have kep' it back." ¡¡¡¡"That at least is true," said Mr. Lorry. "Say no more now. It may be that I shall yet stand your friend, if you deserve it, and repent in action- not in words. I want no more words."

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¡¡¡¡"Mr. Lorry, look once more upon the prisoner. Have you seen him, to your certain knowledge, before?" ¡¡¡¡"I have." ¡¡¡¡"When?" ¡¡¡¡"I was returning from France a few days afterwards, and, at Calais, the prisoner came on board the packet-ship in which I returned, and made the voyage with me." ¡¡¡¡"At what hour did he come on board?" ¡¡
night. Was he the only passenger who came on board at that untimely hour?" ¡¡¡¡"He happened to be the only one." ¡¡¡¡"Never mind about 'happening,' Mr. Lorry. He was the only passenger who came on board in the dead of the night?" ¡¡¡¡"He was." ¡¡¡¡"Were you travelling alone, Mr. Lorry, or with any companion?" ¡¡¡¡"With two companions. A gentleman and lady. They are here." ¡¡¡¡"They are here. Had you any conversation with the prisoner?" ¡¡¡¡"Hardly any. The weather was stormy, and the passage long and rough, and I lay on a sofa, almost from shore to shore."

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old Fairy in a cloak who hated everybody, it produced some commotion. One of our boys laid his head in his mother's lap to be out of harm's way, and little Agnes (our eldest child) left her doll in a chair to represent her, and thrust out her little heap of golden curls from between the window-curtains, to see what happened next. ¡¡¡¡'Let him come in here!' said I. ¡¡¡¡There soon appeared, pausing in the dark doorway as he entered, a hale, grey-haired old man. Little Agnes, attracted by his looks, had run to bring him in,
and I had not yet clearly seen his face, when my wife, starting up, cried out to me, in a pleased and agitated voice, that it was Mr. Peggotty! ¡¡¡¡It WAS Mr. Peggotty. An old man now, but in a ruddy, hearty, strong old age. When our first emotion was over, and he sat before the fire with the children on his knees, and the blaze shining on his face, he looked, to me, as vigorous and robust, withal as handsome, an old man, as ever I had seen.

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When the debates were heavy - I mean as to length, not quality, for in the last respect they were not often otherwise - and I went home late, Dora would never rest when she heard my footsteps, but would always come downstairs to meet me. When my evenings were unoccupied by the pursuit for which I had qualified myself with so much pains, and I was engaged in writing at home, she would sit quietly near me, however late the hour, and be so mute, that I would often think she had dropped asleep. But generally, when I raised my head, I saw her blue eyes looking at me with the quiet attention of which I have already spoken. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, what a weary boy!' said Dora one night, when I met her eyes as I was shutting up my desk. ¡¡¡
¡'What a weary girl!' said I. 'That's more to the purpose. You must go to bed another time, my love. It's far too late for you.' ¡¡¡¡'No, don't send me to bed!' pleaded Dora, coming to my side. 'Pray, don't do that!' ¡¡¡¡'Dora!' To my amazement she was sobbing on my neck. 'Not well, my dear! not happy!' ¡¡¡¡'Yes! quite well, and very happy!' said Dora. 'But say you'll let me stop, and see you write.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what a sight for such bright eyes at midnight!' I replied.

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I confided all to my aunt when I got home; and in spite of all she could say to me, went to bed despairing. I got up despairing, and went out despairing. It was Saturday morning, and I went straight to the Commons. ¡¡¡¡I was surprised, when I came within sight of our office-door, to see the ticket-porters standing outside talking together, and some half-dozen stragglers gazing at the windows which were shut up. I quickened my pace, and, passing among them,
wondering at their looks, went hurriedly in. ¡¡¡¡The clerks were there, but nobody was doing anything. Old Tiffey, for the first time in his life I should think, was sitting on somebody else's stool, and had not hung up his hat. ¡¡¡¡'This is a dreadful calamity, Mr. Copperfield,' said he, as I entered. ¡¡¡¡'What is?' I exclaimed. 'What's the matter?' ¡¡¡¡'Don't you know?' cried Tiffey, and all the rest of them, coming round me.

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Mr. jorkins, who had been at Norwood since the occurrence, came to the office a few days afterwards. He and Tiffey were closeted together for some few moments, and then Tiffey looked out at the door and beckoned me in. ¡¡¡¡'Oh!' said Mr. jorkins. 'Mr. Tiffey and myself, Mr. Copperfield, are about to examine the desks, the drawers, and other such repositories of the deceased, with the view of sealing up his private papers, and searching for a Will. There is no trace of any, elsewhere. It may be as well for you to assist us, if you please.' ¡
I had been in agony to obtain some knowledge of the circumstances in which my Dora would be placed - as, in whose guardianship, and so forth - and this was something towards it. We began the search at once; Mr. jorkins unlocking the drawers and desks, and we all taking out the papers. The office-papers we placed on

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'Traddles,' said I, 'Mr. Micawber don't mean any harm, poor fellow: but, if I were you, I wouldn't lend him anything.' ¡¡¡¡'My dear Copperfield,' returned Traddles, smiling, 'I haven't got anything to lend.' ¡¡¡¡'You have got a name, you know,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Oh! You call THAT something to lend?' returned Traddles, with a thoughtful look. ¡¡¡¡'Certainly.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh!' said Traddles. 'Yes, to be sure! I am very much obliged to you, Copperfield; but - I am afraid I have lent him that already.' ¡¡¡¡'For the bill that is to be a certain investment?' I inquired. ¡¡¡¡'No,' said Traddles.
t for that one. This is the first I have heard of that one. I have been thinking that he will most likely propose that one, on the way home. Mine's another.' ¡¡¡¡'I hope there will be nothing wrong about it,' said I. 'I hope not,' said Traddles. 'I should think not, though, because he told me, only the other day, that it was provided for. That was Mr. Micawber's expression, "Provided for."'

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常发跟着新朋友回到了他家，并提出了自己的请求。
　　吴达子问：“借日本人？”
　　“没错，你这儿还有日本人吗？”
　　“你老兄还真是找对人了！来人啊，把那几个日本人带进来……来，喝酒！”
　　常发把推到跟前的酒碗又推了回去：“对不起，我不会喝酒！”
　　吴达子哈哈大笑：“不会喝酒的男人还是男人吗？”
　　“不会生孩子的女人不是真正的女人，不会喝酒的男人未必就不是真正的男人！你这儿有多少日本人？”常发问。
　　吴达子神秘地：“老兄也想开开洋荤？”门打开了，被带进来的是两个日本女子。

　常发一愣：“女的？”
　　“这可是正宗的日本货，老兄要是喜欢，尽管拿去！”
　　常发轻声道：“我从不杀女人！”
　　“杀人？你是说……”吴达子眨了眨眼。
　　“我的一个朋友被日本人害死了，我答应过为她报仇的！”
　　“好，够朋友，讲义气！我就喜欢你这样的！既然是报仇，管他是男是女，杀了就是！”
　　“我说过我不杀女人！”常发重复一遍。
　　“好！咱们既然已经是朋友了，老兄的仇就是我吴达子的仇！我替你杀！”吴达子一边说着，一把匕首已经向日本女人飞去。
　　常发想拦已经来不及了，便把自己手中的茶杯刹那间出手。