Mr Lillyvick

‘This umbrella,’ said Mr Lillyvick, producing a fat green cotton one with a battered ferrule.

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‘So you said just now, my dear,’ replied Mr Lillyvick.

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‘Why should I stop here, my dears?’ said Mr Lillyvick;

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‘How do you do, sir?’ said Mr Lillyvick — rather sharply; for he had not known what Nicholas was, on the previous night, and it was rather an aggravating circumstance if a tax collector had been too polite to a teacher.

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‘Well, Mr Lillyvick,’ said Nicholas, ‘and how are you?’

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Newman had been a silent spectator of this scene; for Mr Lillyvick had signed to him not to withdraw, and Mr Kenwigs had further solicited his presence by a nod of invitation.

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‘No,’ replied Mr Lillyvick, shaking his head nervously:

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‘Ah! nothing like it, sir,’ replied Mr Lillyvick solemnly.

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‘Into strong conwulsions,’ repeated Mr Lillyvick, regarding them with a rigid look.

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The features of Mr Lillyvick they were, but strangely altered.

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