Nicholas Nickleby
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the dream my father had promised me
before I could even imagine its existence.

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I have been happy for times,
little times, since he died...

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but never at peace.
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Not until I looked at your face...
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and saw the universe in order behind it.
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Nicholas...
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I feel you know what it's like
to be without happiness...

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but do you know what it's like
to be afraid of it?

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To see the world...
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as so conniving, you cannot take pleasure
in the appearance of something good...

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because you suspect...
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it is only a painted drop
behind which other troubles lie.

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That has been my life.
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Every good thing has been a trick.
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Until you.
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Yet I am afraid to take your hand.
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What if you cannot or will not...
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save me?
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I can bear to be maltreated
by the greedy or the weak...

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but to be let down...
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- By an angel...
- I am not an angel.

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I live as far from that lofty perch as any man.
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My temper alone, my impatience...
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Perhaps I should not list all my faults,
in case I am too persuasive.

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You are the one
who is so admirably able and strong.

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I am tired of being strong.
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As am I.
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Weakness is tiring,
but strength is exhausting.


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