"There she is!" cries Jo—Chap. xxii.
"O, you ridiculous child!" observed Mrs. Jellyby, with an abstracted air, as she looked over the despatch last opened; "what a goose you are!"—Chap. xxiii.
"Of all my old associations, of all my old pursuits and hopes, of all the living and the dead world, this one poor soul alone comes natural to me, and I am fit for"—Chap. xxiv
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"What's gone of your father and your mother, eh!"—Chap. xxv.
