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Mrs. Reed, my uncle¡¯s wife. My uncle is dead, and he left me to her care.
How is Helen Burns?
Yaas, to be sure I do, drawled Lord Ingram; and the poor old stick used to cry out ¡®Oh you villains childs!¡¯?and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were, when she was herself so ignorant.
Does he live here?
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And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of happy love and blissful union.
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You have no faith in me?
Wake! wake! I cried. I shook him, but he only murmured and turned: the smoke had stupefied him. Not a moment could be lost: the very sheets were kindling, I rushed to his basin and ewer; fortunately, one was wide and the other deep, and both were filled with water. I heaved them up, deluged the bed and its occupant, flew back to my own room, brought my own water-jug, baptized the couch afresh, and, by God¡¯s aid, succeeded in extinguishing the flames which were devouring it.
Have you told master that you heard a laugh? she inquired.
By Jove, she has taste! exclaimed Henry Lynn.
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