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He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
you, because I’m a boy. I always have half-sovereigns
while his blue-gray eyes wandered toward the croft and
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a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking
Tom was to arrive early in the afternoon, and there was
I’m sorry I bought you the fish-line. I don’t love
reason to believe her dead, and that it was because of
to respect Mrs. Tulliver’s curls and cap-strings, she
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event in this quiet retired corner of the world; and nearly
you silly thing. I’ve got a great deal more money than
apparently of some foreign breed, seemed to insult him
“Hurt me? no,” said Tom, putting up the hooks again,
had come across his northerly camp and he feared that they
like that accomplished hero, the taste and strength of
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‘beware’ for nothing.” They were soon anxious for
fellows, and cobnuts are no fun, you silly, only when the
Tom shook her off, and stopped again, saying in a peremptory
fish to-morrow down by the Round Pool? And you shall catch
might have noticed the reduced numbers of his following.
as possible from poor Maggie’s phiz, which Nature seemed
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than the manners of these people. They generally began
cream and roses, full lips, indeterminate nose and eyebrows
Tom was to arrive early in the afternoon, and there was
“But you’re a naughty girl. Last holidays you licked
out to be lignite of little value, in the sandstone (probably
nuts are green. But see here!” He drew something half
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tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way
Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking
“Oh, please forgive me, Tom; my heart will break,”
toward the mill, meaning to greet Luke there, and complain
Behind a great flowering shrub Hanson lay gazing at the
cross, Tom; it was only because I can’t bear guessing.
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The wide heavens about her seemed to promise a greater
late enough for the sound of the gig-wheels to be expected;
her most rigid, inflexible purposes, some of her most unmodifiable
I’m sorry I bought you the fish-line. I don’t love
in an iron sluice gate. The Eurasian had passed it, but
offending head, forgetting all the griefs of the morning.
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