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¡¡¡¡However, I now wrote a comforting letter to Mrs. Micawber, in our joint names, and we both signed it. As we walked into town to post it, Traddles and I held a long conference, and launched into a number of speculations, which I need not repeat. We took my aunt into our counsels in the afternoon; but our only decided conclusion was,
appointment. ¡¡¡¡Although we appeared at the stipulated place a quarter of an hour before the time, we found Mr. Micawber already there. He was standing with his arms folded, over against the wall, looking at the spikes on the top, with a sentimental expression, as if they were the interlacing boughs of trees that had shaded him in his youth.

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'Someone that I know, Trot,' my aunt pursued, after a pause, 'though of a very pliant disposition, has an earnestness of affection in him that reminds me of poor Baby. Earnestness is what that Somebody must look for, to sustain him and improve him, Trot. Deep, downright, faithful earnestness.' ¡¡¡¡'If you only knew the earnestness of Dora, aunt!' I cried. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, Trot!' she said again; 'blind, blind!' and without knowing why, I felt a vague unhappy loss or want of something overshadow me like a cloud. ¡¡¡¡'However,' said my aunt, 'I don't want to put two young creatures out of conceit with themselves, or to make them unhappy; so,
though it is a girl and boy attachment, and girl and boy attachments very often - mind! I don't say always! - come to nothing, still we'll be serious about it, and hope for a prosperous issue one of these days. There's time enough for it to come to anything!' ¡¡¡¡This was not upon the whole very comforting to a rapturous lover; but I was glad to have my aunt in my confidence, and I was mindful of her being fatigued. So I thanked her ardently for this mark of her affection, and for all her other kindnesses towards me; and after a tender good night, she took her nightcap into my bedroom

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It's very unfortunate,' said my aunt. 'I don't know what to do, Trot.' ¡¡¡¡'It does happen unfortunately,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'But I'll tell you what you can do, Miss Trotwood.' ¡¡¡¡'What's that?' inquired my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Leave your nephew here, for the present. He's a quiet fellow. He won't disturb me at all. It's a capital house for study. As quiet as a monastery, and almost as roomy. Leave him here.' ¡¡¡¡My aunt evidently liked the offer, though she was delicate of accepting it.
o did I. 'Come, Miss Trotwood,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'This is the way out of the difficulty. It's only a temporary arrangement, you know. If it don't act well, or don't quite accord with our mutual convenience, he can easily go to the right-about. There will be time to find some better place for him in the meanwhile. You had better determine to leave him here for the present

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Han Solo and Princess Leia appeared at the open door of their ship, with blastersdrawn. Standing behind them was the giant Wookiee, his gun in hand and abandoleer of ammunition packs slung over his left shoulder. Han didn't speak but quietly surveyed the menacing welcoming party that wasmarching across the platform toward them. An early morning wind began to sweepalong the ground, making Lando's cloak fly up behind him like enormous deep bluewings. "I don't like this," Leia whispered to Han. He didn't much like it either, but he wasn't going to let the princess know that."It'll be all right," he said quietly. "Trust me." Then, cautioning her, he added,"But keep your eyes open. Wait here." Han and Chewbacca left Leia guarding the Falcon and they walked down theramp to face Calrissian and his motley army. The two parties moved toward eachother until Han and Calrissian stopped, three meters apart, the face each other. For along moment, each one eyed the other silently.

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computers inside his barrel-like metal body, taking only moments to juggle numeroussets of mathematical computations, and climaxing his figurings with a series oftriumphant beeps. "Ma'am," Threepio interpreted, "Artoo says the chances against survival areseven hundred twenty-five to one." Then, tilting toward the shorter robot, theprotocol droid grumbled, "Actually, I don't think we needed to know that." No one responded to Threepio's translation. For several prolonged momentsthere was a solemn silence, broken only by the echoing clang of metal slammingagainst metal: the huge doors of the Rebel base were closed for the night. It was asif some heartless deity had officially severed the assembled group from the two menout on the ice plains and had, with a metallic bang, announced their deaths. Chewbacca led out another suffering howl. And a silent prayer, often spoken on an erstwhile world called Alderaan, creptinto Leia's thoughts. The sun that was creeping over Hoth's northern horizon was relatively dim, butits light was enough to shed some warmth on the planet's icy surface. The light

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She place something heavy and golden around Solo's neck, then Chewbacca's—having to strain to do so—and finally around Luke's. Then she made a signal to thecrowd, and the rigid discipline dissolved as every man, woman, and mechanicalpresent was permitted to give full vent to their feelings. As he stood awash in the cheers and shouts, Luke found that his mind wasneither on his possible future with the Alliance nor on the chance of travelingadventurously with Han Solo and Chewbacca. Instead, unlikely as Solo had claimedit might be, he found his full attention occupied by the radiant Leia Organa. She noticed his unabashed stare, but this time she only smiled.
"Now this is what I call cold!" Luke Skywalker's voice broke the silence he hadobserved since leaving the newly established Rebel base hours earlier. He wasastride a Tauntaun, the only other living being as far as the eye could see. He felttired and alone, and the sound of his own voice startled him.

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Don't worry," Solo told her, with as much hope as confidence, "she'll holdtogether." He gave the walls a pleading stare. "You hear me, ship?" holdtogether! Chewie, try to keep them on our port side. If we—" He was forced to break off as a Tie fighter seemed to materialize out of nowhere,energy bolts reaching out from it toward him. Its companion craft came up on thefreighter's other side and Luke found himself firing steadily at it, ignoring theimmensely powerful energy it threw at him. At the last possible instant before itpassed out of range, he swung the weapon's nozzle minutely, his finger tighteningconvulsively on the fire control. The Imperial fighter turned into a rapidlyexpanding cloud of phosphorescing dust. The other fighter apparently consideredthe shrunken odds, turned, and retreated at top speed. "We've made it!" Leia shouted, turning to give the startled Wookie anunexpected hug. He growled at her—very softly. Darth Vader strode into the control room where Governor Tarkin stood staring ata huge, brilliantly lit screen. It displayed a sea of stars, but it was not the spectacularview, which absorbed the Governor's thoughts at the moment. He barely glancedaround as Vader entered. "Are they away?" the Dark Lord demanded. "They've just completed the jump to hyperspace. No doubt they are at this verymoment congratulating themselves at their daring and success." Now Tarkin turnedto face Vader, a hint of warning in his tone. "I'm taking an awful chance, on your insistence, Vader. This had better work.Are you certain the homing beacon is secure aboard their ship?" Vader exuded confidence beneath the reflective black mask. "There is nothingto fear. This will be a day long remembered. It already has been witness to thefinal extinction of the Jedi. Soon it will see the end of the Alliance and therebellion."