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I can't say how I knew it was my dear, dear mother's coffin that they went to look at. I had never heard one making; I had never seen one that I know of.- but it came into my mind what the noise was, while it was going on; and when the young man entered, I am sure I knew what he had been doing. ¡¡¡¡The work being now finished, the two girls, whose names I had not heard, brushed the shreds and threads from their dresses, and went into the shop to put that to rights, and wait for customers. Minnie stayed behind to fold up what they had made, and pack it in two baskets. This she did upon her knees, humming a lively little tune the while.
oram, who I had no doubt was her lover, came in and stole a kiss from her while she was busy (he didn't appear to mind me, at all), and said her father was gone for the chaise, and he must make haste and get himself ready. Then he went out again; and then she put her thimble and scissors in her pocket, and stuck a needle threaded with black thread neatly in the bosom of her gown, and put on her outer clothing smartly, at a little glass behind the door, in which I saw the reflection of her pleased face.

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beneath the boughs of which I had walked and heard the birds sing many a pleasant morning. But there were some differences between Em'ly's orphanhood and mine, it appeared. She had lost her mother before her father; and where her father's grave was no one knew, except that it was somewhere in the depths of the sea. ¡¡¡¡'Besides,' said Em'ly, as she looked about for shells and pebbles, 'your father was a gentleman and your mother is a lady; and my father was a fisherman and my mother was a fisherman's daughter,
nd my uncle Dan is a fisherman.' ¡¡¡¡'Dan is Mr. Peggotty, is he?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Uncle Dan - yonder,' answered Em'ly, nodding at the boat-house. ¡¡¡¡'Yes. I mean him. He must be very good, I should think?' ¡¡¡¡'Good?' said Em'ly. 'If I was ever to be a lady, I'd give him a sky-blue coat with diamond buttons, nankeen trousers, a red velvet waistcoat, a cocked hat, a large gold watch, a silver pipe, and a box of money.'

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tycoons who are always crossing the Atlantic. Theyusually go to the Savoy or the Dorchester. They want modern décor, American food,all the things that will make them feel at home. But there are a lot of people who comeabroad at rare intervals and who expect this country to be – well,I won't go back as far as Dickens, but they've read Cranford and Henry James, and they don'twant to find this country just the same as their own! So they go back home afterwards andsay: 'There's a wonderful place inLondon; Bertram's Hotel, it'scalled. It's just like stepping back a hundred years. It justis old England! And the people who stay there! People you'dnever come across an
　　ere else. Wonderful old Duchesses. They serve all the old Englishdishes, there's a marvellous old-fashioned beefsteak pudding!You've never tasted anything like it; and great sirloins ofbeef and saddles of mutton, and an old-fashioned English tea and a wonderful Englishbreakfast. And of course all the usual things as well. And it'swonderfully comfortable. And warm. Great log fires.'"