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Esther’s Narrative

           "Heappearedsomiserable,sittingwithhisheaduponhishand,andIappearedsounwelcome,thatIwasgoingtoofferanapologywhenMr.Buckettookthematteronhimself."Now,Mr.Snagsby,"saidhe,"thebestthingyoucandoistogoalongwithMr.WoodcourttolookafteryourGuster""MyGuster,Mr.Bucket!"criedMr.Snagsby."Goon,sir,goon.Ishallbechargedwiththatnext.""Andtoholdthecandle,"pursuedMr.Bucketwithoutcorrectinghimself,"orholdher,ormakeyourselfusefulinanywayyou’reasked.Whichthere’snotamanalivemorereadytodo,foryou’reamanofurbanityandsuavity,youknow,andyou’vegotthesortofheartthatcanfeelforanother.Mr.Woodcourt,wouldyoubesogoodasseetoher,andifyoucangetthatletterfromher,toletmehaveitassoonaseveryoucan?"Astheywentout,Mr.Bucketmademesitdowninacornerbythefireandtakeoffmywetshoes,whichheturneduptodryuponthefender,talkingallthetime."Don’tyoubeatallputout,miss,bythewantofahospitablelookfromMrs.Snagsbythere,becauseshe’sunderamistakealtogether.She’llfindthatoutsoonerthanwillbeagreeabletoaladyofhergenerallycorrectmannerofformingherthoughts,becauseI’ma-goingtoexplainittoher."Here,standingonthehearthwithhiswethatandshawlsinhishand,himselfapileofwet,heturnedtoMrs.Snagsby.

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