The old curiosity shopHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 |
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Abel appeared Barbara Barbara's mother Becky Morgan better Bevis Marks cheerful Cheggs child Chuckster Codlin comfort cried Brass Daniel Quilp dear Dick door dwarf eyes face fire Garland gone grandfather hand happy head hear heart hope hurried Jarley Jiniwin kind Kit's mother light little Jacob little Nell lodger looked ma'am Marchioness Master Humphrey's Clock matter mind Miss Brass Miss Monflathers Miss Sally morning never night nodded Notary Old Curiosity Shop old gentleman old lady passed pony poor Quilp rejoined replied returned Richard Swiveller round Sampson Brass schoolmaster seemed short silence single gentleman sleep small servant smile stairs stood stopped street sure talk tell There's thing thought told Tom Scott took turned voice Wackles walk wax-work window Witherden word YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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