CHAPTER 2
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tom, looking round y, at t of s, unttle kneaneously expressed iments in a piercing yell, and to be appeased even by toration of ttle, feeling apparently t t taken from s force. Mrs Moss o anoto Mrs tulliver t if it o be ttle t baby clamoured for - sood baby. tifiable yell being quieted, Mrs Moss looked at er-in-law and said,
`Im sorry to see brot out about ter work.
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`I go to lall end. And t doesnt allays s a ric I can make out, and tly get their own way.
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`If people come to talk o doing ulliver, imitation of er Glegg, `Im sure your brot ed a long laion no up in till o bed at nigradict ;ell Mr tulliver, do as you like; but go to la;
Mrs tulliver, as influence over o do eit se impulses t ening to ulliver into `laullivers monotonous pleading less its s migo t proverbi