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My
aunt
and
I
had
held
many
grave
deliberations
on
the
calling
to
which
I
should
be
devoted
.
For
a
year
or
more
I
had
endeavoured
to
find
a
satisfactory
answer
to
her
often
-
repeated
question
,
‘
What
I
would
like
to
be
?
’
But
I
had
no
particular
liking
,
that
I
could
discover
,
for
anything
.
If
I
could
have
been
inspired
with
a
knowledge
of
the
science
of
navigation
,
taken
the
command
of
a
fast
-
sailing
expedition
,
and
gone
round
the
world
on
a
triumphant
voyage
of
discovery
,
I
think
I
might
have
considered
myself
completely
suited
.
But
,
in
the
absence
of
any
such
miraculous
provision
,
my
desire
was
to
apply
myself
to
some
pursuit
that
would
not
lie
too
heavily
upon
her
purse
;
and
to
do
my
duty
in
it
,
whatever
it
might
be
.
Mr
.
Dick
had
regularly
assisted
at
our
councils
,
with
a
meditative
and
sage
demeanour
.
He
never
made
a
suggestion
but
once
;
and
on
that
occasion
(
I
don
’
t
know
what
put
it
in
his
head
)
,
he
suddenly
proposed
that
I
should
be
‘
a
Brazier
’
.
My
aunt
received
this
proposal
so
very
ungraciously
,
that
he
never
ventured
on
a
second
;
but
ever
afterwards
confined
himself
to
looking
watchfully
at
her
for
her
suggestions
,
and
rattling
his
money
.
‘
Trot
,
I
tell
you
what
,
my
dear
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
one
morning
in
the
Christmas
season
when
I
left
school
:
‘
as
this
knotty
point
is
still
unsettled
,
and
as
we
must
not
make
a
mistake
in
our
decision
if
we
can
help
it
,
I
think
we
had
better
take
a
little
breathing
-
time
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
you
must
try
to
look
at
it
from
a
new
point
of
view
,
and
not
as
a
schoolboy
.
’
‘
I
will
,
aunt
.
’
‘
It
has
occurred
to
me
,
’
pursued
my
aunt
,
‘
that
a
little
change
,
and
a
glimpse
of
life
out
of
doors
,
may
be
useful
in
helping
you
to
know
your
own
mind
,
and
form
a
cooler
judgement
.
Suppose
you
were
to
go
down
into
the
old
part
of
the
country
again
,
for
instance
,
and
see
that
—
that
out
-
of
-
the
-
way
woman
with
the
savagest
of
names
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
rubbing
her
nose
,
for
she
could
never
thoroughly
forgive
Peggotty
for
being
so
called
.
‘
Of
all
things
in
the
world
,
aunt
,
I
should
like
it
best
!
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
that
’
s
lucky
,
for
I
should
like
it
too
.
But
it
’
s
natural
and
rational
that
you
should
like
it
.
And
I
am
very
well
persuaded
that
whatever
you
do
,
Trot
,
will
always
be
natural
and
rational
.
’
‘
I
hope
so
,
aunt
.
’
