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the year for the orchards to be ruddy with ripe apples; and in a few places the hop-pickers were already at work. I thought it all extremely beautiful, and made up my mind to sleep among the hops that night: imagining some cheerful companionship in the long perspectives of poles, with the graceful leaves twining round them. ¡¡¡¡The trampers were worse than ever that day, and inspired me with a dread that is yet quite fresh in my mind.
Some of them were most ferocious-looking ruffians, who stared at me as I went by; and stopped, perhaps, and called after me to come back and speak to them, and when I took to my heels, stoned me. I recollect one young fellow - a tinker, I suppose, from his wallet and brazier - who had a woman with him, and who faced about and stared at me thus; and then roared to me in such a tremendous voice to come back, that I halted and looked round. ¡¡¡¡'Come here, when you're called,' said the tinker, 'or I'll rip your young body open.'

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the year for the orchards to be ruddy with ripe apples; and in a few places the hop-pickers were already at work. I thought it all extremely beautiful, and made up my mind to sleep among the hops that night: imagining some cheerful companionship in the long perspectives of poles, with the graceful leaves twining round them. ¡¡¡¡The trampers were worse than ever that day, and inspired me with a dread that is yet quite fresh in my mind.
Some of them were most ferocious-looking ruffians, who stared at me as I went by; and stopped, perhaps, and called after me to come back and speak to them, and when I took to my heels, stoned me. I recollect one young fellow - a tinker, I suppose, from his wallet and brazier - who had a woman with him, and who faced about and stared at me thus; and then roared to me in such a tremendous voice to come back, that I halted and looked round. ¡¡¡¡'Come here, when you're called,' said the tinker, 'or I'll rip your young body open.'

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Tess - I couldn't help it!' he began desperately, as he wiped his heated face, which had also a superimposed flush of excitement. `I felt that I must call at least to ask how you are. I assure you I had not been thinking of you at all till I saw you that Sunday; now I cannot get rid of your image, try how I may! It is hard that a good woman should do harm to a bad man; yet so it is. If you would only pray for me, Tess!' ¡¡¡¡The suppressed discontent of his manner was almost pitiable, and yet Tess did not pity him. ¡¡¡¡`How can I pray for you,' she said, `when I am forbidden to believe that the great Power who moves the world would alter His plans on my account?' ¡¡¡¡`You really think that?' ¡¡¡¡`Yes. I have been cured of the presumption of thinking otherwise.' ¡¡¡¡`Cured? By whom?' ¡¡¡¡`By my husband, if I must tell.'

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Retty Priddle still looked, and the others looked again. ¡¡¡¡`There he is again!' cried Izz Huett, the pale girl with dark damp hair and keenly cut lips. ¡¡¡¡`You needn't say anything, Izz,' answered Retty. `For I zid you kissing his shade.' ¡¡¡¡`What did you see her doing?' asked Marian. ¡¡¡¡`Why - he was standing over the whey-tub to let off the whey, and the shade of his face came upon the wall behind, close to Izz, who was standing there filling a vat. She put her mouth against the wall and kissed the shade of his mouth; I zid her, though he didn't.' ¡¡¡¡`O Izz Huett!' said Marian. ¡¡¡¡A rosy spot came into the middle of Izz Huett's cheek. ¡¡¡¡`Well, there was no harm in it,' she declared, with attempted coolness. `And if I be in love wi'en, so is Retty, too; and so be you, Marian, come to that.' ¡¡¡¡Marian's full face could not blush past its chronic pinkness. ¡¡¡¡`I!' she said. `What a tale! Ah, there he is again! Dear eyes - dear face - dear Mr Clare!'

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"Really," said CanonPennyfather, rather feebly, "I'mnot quite sure."
　　"Ah, I expect not. You'vebeen quite bad, you know. Something hit you a nasty crack, so the doctor said. Thesemotorists! Not even stopping after they'd knocked you down."
　　"Have I had an accident?" said Canon Pennyfather. "A motor accident?"
　　"That's right,"said the woman. "Found you by the side ofthe road when we come home. Thought you was drunk at first." Shechuckled pleasantly at the reminiscence. "Then my husband saidhe'd better take a look. It may have been an accident, hesaid. There wasn't no smell of drink or anything. No blood oranything neither. Anyway, there you was, out like a log. So my husband said 'we can't leave him here lying like that'and he carried you in here. See?"

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You upset me, Richard. You upset me very much."
　　"You might as well be warned. What I didn't quite like was one of her other questions. Why is she so anxious to knowwho'd inherit her money if she dies?"
　　"It's queer yoursaying that, because she asked me that same question."
　　"Did she now? Why should her mind run on earlydeath? She asked me about her mother, by the way."
　　Colonel Luscombe's voicesounded worried as he said: "I wish Bess would get in touchwith the girl."
　　"Have you been talking to her on the subject –to Bess, I mean?"

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important it couldn't wait, Admiral?" he asked imperiously. "Speak up!" The admiral's face turned pale with fear, his trembling voice shaking almost asmuch as his body. "It was…the Emperor." "The Emperor?" the voice behind the black breath mask repeated. "Yes," the admiral replied. "He commands you make contact with him." "Move this ship out of the asteroid field," Vader ordered, "into a position wherewe can send a clear transmission." "Yes, my lord." "And cod the signal to my private chamber." The Millennium Falcon had come to rest hidden in the small cave, which waspitch black and dripping with moisture. The Falcon's crew turned down its enginesuntil no sound at all was emitted from the small craft. Inside the cockpit, Han Solo and his shaggy copilot were just completingshutting down the ship's electronic systems. As they did so, all the service lightsdimmed and the interior of the ship became nearly as dark as its sheltering cave.

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departure. But as they neared the corner they found the entrance to the hangarcompletely blocked by ice and snow. Han knew they would have to find some other route to Leia's escape ship—andquickly. He began to lead them back down the corridor, careful to avoid falling ice,and snapped on his comlink as they hurried toward the ship. "Transport C OneSeven!" he yelled into the small microphone. "We're coming! Hold on!" They were close enough to the hangar to hear Leia's escape vessel preparing forlift-off from the Rebel ice base. If he could lead them safely just a few meters more,the princess would be safe and— The chamber suddenly quaked with a terrible noise that thundered through theunderground base. In an instant the entire ceiling had crashed down in front of them,creating a solid barrier of ice between them and the hangar docks. They stared inshock at the dense white mass. "We're cut off," Han yelled into his comlink, knowing that if the transport wereto make good its escape there could be no time wasted in melting down or blastingthrough the barricade. "You'll have to take off without Princess Organa." Heturned to her. "If we're lucky we can still make it to the Falcon."