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Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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you. Why? Because you ?6ere so different, she answered in a lower voice. Because it was so endless, so hopeless. Spare me. Did you think for me at all, Lizzie ? he asked, as if he werea little stung. Not much, Mr. Wrayburn. Not much until to-night. Will you tell me why ? I never supposed until to-night that you needed to be thoughtfor. But if you do need to be; if you do truly feel at heart thatyou have indeed been towards me what you have called yourselfto-night, and that there is nothing for us in this life but separa-tion ; then Heaven help you, and Heaven bless you ! The purity with which in these words she expressed somethingof her own love and her own suffering, made a deep impression onhim for the passing time. He held her, almost as if she weresanctified to him by death, and kissed her, once, almost as hemight have kissed tlie dead. I promised that I would not accompany you, nor follow you.Shall I keep you in view ? You have been agitated, and its grow-ing dark. ,^t.te^^;i«i;
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668 OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. I am iis-ed to be out alone at this hour, and I entreat you notto do so. I promise. I can bring myself to promise nothing more to-night, Lizzie, except that I will try what I can do. There is but one means, Mr. Wrayburn, of sparing yourselfand of sparing me, every way. Leave this neighbourhood to-mor-row morning. I will try. As he spoke the words in a grave voice, she put her hand in his,removed it, and went away by the river-side. Now, could Mortimer believe this 1 murmured Eugene, stillremaining, after a while, where she had left him. Can I evenbelieve it myself? He referred to the circumstance that there were tears upon hishand, as he stood covering his eyes. A most ridiculous positionthis, to be found out in ! was his next thought. And his nextstruck its root in a little rising resentment against the cause of thetears. Yet I have gained a wonderful power over her, too, let her beas much in earnest as she will! The reflection brought back the yielding of her

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