CHAPTER 6
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talk before bed-time. Mr tulliver naturally ed to iculars of toms trading adventures, and ened ement and deligo kno in to peculiar outbursts of sympatriump kno remarkable packman. Bobs juvenile ory so far as it ullivers kno sense of astonis displayed, w men.
It terest of narrative to keep under t fierce sense of triumpo feeling from time to time gave ts of its ultimate mastery, in sudden bursts of irrelevant exclamation.
It ulliver got to sleep t nig came, five oclock in tulliver ing up of smot, and looking round in a be the bedroom.
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`A Id got hold of him.