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Chapter 8 No.8

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but delightful one-on Monday morning, of thinking of those "others" who were entering, with laggard foot, into old Parlow's study-that study w

, Willie Daffoll, of recent tragic memory, would be pleased because now he would

es in his mind were evolved from his reading of "David Copperfield." There would be people like Steerforth an

of little value

, were you ev

died at the ripe old age of ninety-two with all her faculties,

will be like 'Dav

ow can you ask such a thing? They are all like that, I believe. But, there, ru

it, although Peter heard her once murmuring "Poor l

, and he didn't seem especiall

school, do you

very best. It's in Devonshire, and I leave by t

as a dreadful pity of course, but Peter intended to write most wonderful letters, and there would be the joyful meeting when

y week-every Friday I expect. Th

nd of yer as yer are. It'll be another Peter c

you, Steve. I shal

e. "Promise me that, boy," he said, "promise me that. Yer most all I've got n

fields, and the cold, sharp day was drawing to a close as the mist

rown corduroys that smelt of sheep and hay, the shining brass buttons of his coat, his broad back and large brown hands, his mild blue eyes and nose suddenly square at the end where it

so that the boy cried out. Then he turned abrupt

e, and the Tower, The Bending Mule (here there were farewells to be said to Mr. and Mrs. Figgis a

t guard Truro, there are the woods where the rabbits are, there is the sea, and a wonderful view of Treliss rising into a peak which is The Man at Arms-and the smoke of the town mingled with the grey uncertain clouds, and the clouds mingled with the sea, and the only c

hen one's box was corded and one's attic looked strangely bare, when there was a surprising amount to eat at breakfast, when one stole do

because of it. His father was perfectly silent, and any thrill that Peter might have snatched from the engines, the porters, the whistles, and his own especial carriage were negatived by this paralysing occurrenc

s ter

-they were hurrying, e

er sudde

es." A little pause, and then: "You've got pluck. You stood that beating well." Th

le, and alone. Two tears rolled slowly down his

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Contents

Chapter 1 No.1 Chapter 2 No.2 Chapter 3 No.3 Chapter 4 No.4 Chapter 5 No.5 Chapter 6 No.6 Chapter 7 No.7 Chapter 8 No.8 Chapter 9 No.9 Chapter 10 No.10 Chapter 11 No.11
Chapter 12 No.12
Chapter 13 No.13
Chapter 14 No.14
Chapter 15 No.15
Chapter 16 No.16
Chapter 17 No.17
Chapter 18 No.18
Chapter 19 No.19
Chapter 20 No.20
Chapter 21 No.21
Chapter 22 No.22
Chapter 23 No.23
Chapter 24 No.24
Chapter 25 No.25
Chapter 26 No.26
Chapter 27 No.27
Chapter 28 No.28
Chapter 29 No.29
Chapter 30 No.30
Chapter 31 No.31
Chapter 32 No.32
Chapter 33 No.33
Chapter 34 No.34
Chapter 35 No.35
Chapter 36 No.36
Chapter 37 No.37
Chapter 38 No.38
Chapter 39 No.39
Chapter 40 No.40
Chapter 41 No.41
Chapter 42 No.42
Chapter 43 No.43
Chapter 44 No.44
Chapter 45 No.45
Chapter 46 No.46
Chapter 47 No.47
Chapter 48 No.48
Chapter 49 No.49
Chapter 50 No.50
Chapter 51 No.51
Chapter 52 No.52
Chapter 53 No.53
Chapter 54 No.54
Chapter 55 No.55
Chapter 56 No.56
Chapter 57 No.57
Chapter 58 No.58
Chapter 59 No.59
Chapter 60 No.60
Chapter 61 No.61
Chapter 62 No.62
Chapter 63 No.63
Chapter 64 No.64
Chapter 65 No.65
Chapter 66 No.66
Chapter 67 No.67
Chapter 68 No.68
Chapter 69 No.69
Chapter 70 No.70
Chapter 71 No.71
Chapter 72 No.72
Chapter 73 No.73
Chapter 74 No.74
Chapter 75 No.75
Chapter 76 No.76
Chapter 77 No.77
Chapter 78 No.78
Chapter 79 No.79
Chapter 80 No.80
Chapter 81 No.81
Chapter 82 No.82
Chapter 83 No.83
Chapter 84 No.84
Chapter 85 No.85
Chapter 86 No.86
Chapter 87 No.87
Chapter 88 No.88
Chapter 89 No.89
Chapter 90 No.90
Chapter 91 No.91
Chapter 92 No.92
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