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Mr. Lorry reddened, and said, warmly, "You have mentioned that before, sir. We men of business, who serve a House, are not our own masters. We have to think of the House more than ourselves." ¡¡¡¡"I know, I know," rejoined Mr. Carton, carelessly. "Don't be nettled, Mr. Lorry. You are as good as another, I have no doubt: better, I dare say." ¡¡¡¡"And indeed, sir," pursued Mr. Lorry, not minding him, "I really don't know what you have to do with the matter.
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If you'll excuse me, as very much your elder, for saying so, I really don't know that it is your business." ¡¡¡¡"Business! Bless you, I have no business," said Mr. Carton. ¡¡¡¡"It is a pity you have not, sir." ¡¡¡¡"I think so, too." ¡¡¡¡"If you had," pursued Mr. Lorry, "perhaps you would attend to it." ¡¡¡¡"Lord love you, no!- I shouldn't," said Mr. Carton.

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When Mr. and Miss Murdstone were at home, I took my meals with them; in their absence, I ate and drank by myself. At all times I lounged about the house and neighbourhood quite disregarded, except that they were jealous of my making any friends: thinking, perhaps, that if I did, I might complain to someone. For this reason, though Mr. Chillip often asked me to go and see him (he was a widower, having, some years before that,
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¡¡¡¡`Yes. Well, Jonathan, will you get the trunks upstairs, and drink a cup of ale, and hasten back as soon as you can, in case you should be wanted?' ¡¡¡¡Tess had gone back to the inner parlour, and sat down by the fire, looking wistfully into it. She heard Jonathan Kail's heavy footsteps up and down the stairs till he had done placing the luggage, and heard him express his thanks for the ale her husband took out to him, and for the gratuity he received. Jonathan's footsteps then died from the door, and his cart creaked away. ¡¡¡¡Angel slid forward the massive oak bar which secured the door, and coming in to where she sat over the hearth, pressed her cheeks between his hands from behind. He expected her to jump up gaily and unpack the toilet-gear that she had been so anxious about, but as she did not rise he sat down with her in the firelight, the candles on the supper-table being too thin and glimmering to interfere with its glow.

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He was clad in the robe of the Jedi Knight—a cassock, really—but bore neithergun nor lightsaber. He stood loosely, without bravado, taking a measure of the placebefore entering. He was a man now. Wiser, like a man—older more from loss thanfrom years. Loss of illusions, loss of dependency. Loss of friends, to war. Lossof sleep, to stress. Loss of laughter. Loss of his hand. But of all his losses, the greatest was that which came from knowledge, and fromthe deep recognition that he could never un-know what he knew. So many things hewished he'd never learned. He had aged with the weight of this knowledge. Knowledge brought benefits, of course. He was less impulsive now.Manhood had given him perspective, a framework in which to fit the events of hislife—that is, a lattice of spatial and time coordinates spanning his existence, backearliest memories, ahead to a hundred alternative futures. A lattice of depths, andconundrums, and interstices, through which Luke could peer at any new event in hislife, peer at it with perspective. A lattice of shadows and corners, rolling back to the