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the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
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¡¡¡¡ As he said this, each looked towards their mother. Lady Bertram, sunk back in one corner of the sofa, the picture of health, wealth, ease, and tranquillity, was just falling into a gentle doze, while Fanny was getting through the few difficulties of her work for her. ¡¡¡¡ Edmund smiled and shook his head. ¡¡¡¡ "By Jove! this won't do," cried Tom, throwing himself into a chair with a hearty laugh. "To be sure, my dear mother, your anxiety--I was unlucky there." ¡¡¡¡ "What is the matter?" asked her ladyship, in the heavy tone of one half-roused;
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"I was not asleep." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh dear, no, ma'am, nobody suspected you! Well, Edmund," he continued, returning to the former subject, posture, and voice, as soon as Lady Bertram began to nod again, "but _this_ I _will_ maintain, that we shall be doing no harm." ¡¡¡¡ "I cannot agree with you; I am convinced that my father would totally disapprove it."

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the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon

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These Wednesdays were the happiest days of Mr. Dick's life; they were far from being the least happy of mine. He soon became known to every boy in the school; and though he never took an active part in any game but kite-flying, was as deeply interested in all our sports as anyone among us. How often have I seen him, intent upon a match at marbles or pegtop, looking on with a face of unutterable interest, and hardly breathing at the critical times! How often,
oil paintingat hare and hounds, have I seen him mounted on a little knoll, cheering the whole field on to action, and waving his hat above his grey head, oblivious of King Charles the Martyr's head, and all belonging to it! How many a summer hour have I known to be but blissful minutes to him in the cricket-field! How many winter days have I seen him, standing blue-nosed, in the snow and east wind, looking at the boys going down the long slide, and clapping his worsted gloves in rapture!

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the Night Watch
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
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aside—and stumbled backward in a state of shock. Filling the door completely was a towering hairy form. Chewbacca leanedinward and with a bone-splintering howl flattened the benumbed officer with oneswipe of a pan-sized fist. The aide was already on his feet and reaching for his sidearm when a narrowenergy beam passed completely through him, piercing his heart. Solo flipped up thefaceplate of his trooper helmet, then slid it back into place as he followed the Wookieinto the room. Kenobi and the 'droids squeezed in behind him, with Luke, also cladin the armor of a luckless Imperial soldier, bringing up the rear. Luke was looking around nervously as he shut the door behind them. "Betweenhis howling and your blasting everything in sight, it's a wonder the entire stationdoesn't know we're here." "Bring 'em on," Solo demanded, unreasonably enthused by their success so far."I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around.""Maybe you're in a hurry to die," Luke snapped, "but I'm not. All this sneakingaround has kept us alive." The Corellian gave Luke a sour eye but said nothing. They watched as Kenobi operated an incredibly complex computer console withthe ease and confidence of one long accustomed to handling intricate machinery. Ascreen lit up promptly with a map of sections of the battle station. The old manleaned forward, scrutinizing the display carefully. Meanwhile, Threepio and Artoo had been going over an equally complicatedcontrol panel nearby. Artoo suddenly froze and began whistling wildly at somethinghe had found. Solo and Luke, their momentary disagreement over tactics forgotten,rushed over to where the robots were standing. Chewbacca busied himself hangingthe gentry officer up by his toes. "Plug him in," Kenobi suggested, looking over from his place before the largerreadout. "He should be able to draw information from the entire station network.Let's see if he can find out where the tractor beam power unit is located." "Why not just disconnect the beam from here, sir?" Luke wanted to know. It was Solo who replied derisively, "What, and have them lock it right back on usbefore we can get a ship's length outside the docking bay?" Luke looked crestfallen. "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." "We have to break the tractor at its power source in order to execute a clean

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The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
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Gesturing for the two robots to follow, Ben started toward the waiting craft.The canopy flipped open and up to reveal Luke sitting motionless in the pilot's seat.He didn't look up at Kenobi's inquiring glance. That in itself was enough to tell theold man what had happened. "I share your sorrow, Luke," he finally ventured softly. "There was nothing youcould have done. Had you been there, you'd be dead now, too, and the 'droidswould be in the hands of the Imperials. Not even the force—" "Damn your force!" Luke snarled with sudden violence. Now he turned andglared at Kenobi. There was a set to his jaw that belonged on a much older face. "I'll take you to the spaceport at Mos Eisley, Ben. I want to go with you—toAlderaan. There's nothing left for me here now." His eyes turned to look outacross the desert, to focus on something beyond sand and rock and canyon walls. "Iwant to learn to be like a Jedi, like my father. I want…" He paused, the wordsbacking up like a logjam in his throat. Kenobi slid into the cockpit, put a hand gently on the youth's shoulder, then wentforward to make room for the two robots. "I'll do my best to see that you get whatyou want, Luke. For now, let's go to Mos Eisley." Luke nodded and closed the canopy. The landspeeder moved away to thesoutheast, leaving behind the still-smoldering sandcrawler, the jawa funeral pyre, andthe only life Luke had ever known.

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the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
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While he was speaking, Joseph returned bearing a basin of milk porridge, and placed it before Linton. He stirred round the homely mess with a look of aversion, and affirmed he could not eat it. I saw the old manservant shared largely in his master's scorn of the child; though he was compelled to retain the sentiment in his heart, because Heathcliff plainly meant his underlings to hold him in honour.
`Cannot ate it?' repeated he, peering in Linton's face, and subduing his voice to a whisper, for fear of being overheard. `But Maister Hareton nivir ate naught else, when he wer a little un; and what were gooid eneugh for him's gooid eneugh for ye, Aw's rayther think!'
`I shan't eat it!' answered Linton snappishly. `Take it away.' Joseph snatched up the food indignantly, and brought it to us. `Is there aught ails th' victuals?' he asked thrusting the tray under Heathcliff's nose.
`What should ail them?' he said.
`Wah!' answered Joseph, `yon dainty chap says he cannut ate em. But Aw guess it's raight! His mother wer just soa--we wer a'most too mucky to sow t' corn for makking her breead.'
`Don't mention his mother to me,' said the master angrily. `Get him something that he can eat, that's all. What is his usual food, Nelly?'