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floral oil painting
michelangelo painting
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hand, and pulled at my neck-kerchief with the other, under some wild delusion that it was a great-coat. Without putting down the poker, he now hugged me again; and I hugged him; and, both laughing, and both wiping our eyes, we both sat down, and shook hands across the hearth. ¡¡¡¡'To think,' said Traddles, 'that you should have been so nearly coming home as you must have been, my dear old boy, and not at the ceremony!' ¡¡¡¡'What ceremony, my dear Traddles?' ¡¡¡¡'Good gracious me!' cried Traddles, opening his eyes in his old way.
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'Didn't you get my last letter?' ¡¡¡¡'Certainly not, if it referred to any ceremony.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, my dear Copperfield,' said Traddles, sticking his hair upright with both hands, and then putting his hands on my knees, 'I am married!' ¡¡¡¡'Married!' I cried joyfully. ¡¡¡¡'Lord bless me, yes,!' said Traddles - 'by the Reverend Horace - to Sophy - down in Devonshire. Why, my dear boy, she's behind the window curtain! Look here!'