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लेखक: Charles Dickens

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

"Our family; our honourable family, whose honour is of so much
account to both of us, in such different ways. Even in my
father's time, we did a world of wrong, injuring every human
creature who came between us and our pleasure, whatever it was.
Why need I speak of my father's time, when it is equally yours?
Can I separate my father's twin-brother, joint inheritor, and
next successor, from himself?"
"Death has done that!" said the Marquis.
"And has left me," answered the nephew, "bound to a system that
is frightful to me, responsible for it, but powerless in it;
seeking to execute the last request of my dear mother's lips, and
obey the last look of my dear mother's eyes, which implored me to
have mercy and to redress; and tortured by seeking assistance and
power in vain."
"Seeking them from me, my nephew," said the Marquis, touching him
on the breast with his forefinger--they were now standing by the
hearth--"you will for ever seek them in vain, be assured."

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