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Chapter 130
'And to take care,' said Mr. Wickfield, 'that you're not imposed on, eh? As you certainly would be, in any contract you should make for yourself. Well! I am ready. There are worse tasks than that, in my calling.' 'I shall have nothing to think of then,' said the Doctor, with a smile, 'but my Dictionary; and this other contract-bargain—Annie.' As Mr. Wickfield glanced towards her, sitting at the tea table by Agnes, she seemed to me to avoid his look with such unwonted hesitation and timidity, that his attention became fixed upon her, as if something were suggested to his thoughts. 'There is a post come in from India, I observe,' he said, after a short silence. 'By the by! and letters from Mr. Jack Maldon!' said the Doctor. 'Indeed!' 'Poor dear Jack!' said Mrs. Markleham, shaking her he
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