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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood — Chapter XIII (1870)

But she uttered no sound, and her breathing was no slower.
"How shall I tell Jack!" said Edwin, ruminating. If he had been less occupied with the thought, he must have seen her singular emotion. "I never thought of Jack. It must be broken to him, before the town crier knows it. I dine with the dear fellow to-morrow and next day—Christmas Eve and Christmas Day—but it would never do to spoil his feast days. He always worries about me, and moddley-coddleys in the merest trifles. The news is sure to overset him. How on earth shall this be broken to Jack!"
"He must be told, I suppose?" said Rosa.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood — Chapter XIII (1870)

So many times had Rosa seen such dispersals, and so very little did she know of any other Home, that she was contented to remain where she was, and was even better contented than ever before, having her latest friend with her. And yet her latest friendship had a blank place in it of which she could not fail to be sensible. Helena Landless, having been a party to her brother's revelation about Rosa, and having entered into that compact of silence with Mr. Crisparkle, shrank from any allusion to Edwin Brood's name.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood — Chapter XIII (1870)

All this that I say of you, is true of me as well, Eddy. Unless it was, I might not be bold enough to say it. Only, the difference between us was, that by little and little there crept into my mind a habit of thinking about it, instead of dismissing it. My life is not so busy as yours, you see, and I have not so many things to think of. So I thought about it very much, and I cried about it very much too (though that was not your fault, poor boy) ; when all at once my guardian came down, to prepare for my leaving the Nuns' House.
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