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My
heart
leaped
with
a
new
hope
of
pleasure
.
But
it
was
in
reference
to
the
tone
in
which
he
had
spoken
of
‘
that
sort
of
people
’
,
that
Miss
Dartle
,
whose
sparkling
eyes
had
been
watchful
of
us
,
now
broke
in
again
.
‘
Oh
,
but
,
really
?
Do
tell
me
.
Are
they
,
though
?
’
she
said
.
‘
Are
they
what
?
And
are
who
what
?
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
That
sort
of
people
.
—
Are
they
really
animals
and
clods
,
and
beings
of
another
order
?
I
want
to
know
SO
much
.
’
‘
Why
,
there
’
s
a
pretty
wide
separation
between
them
and
us
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
with
indifference
.
‘
They
are
not
to
be
expected
to
be
as
sensitive
as
we
are
.
Their
delicacy
is
not
to
be
shocked
,
or
hurt
easily
.
They
are
wonderfully
virtuous
,
I
dare
say
—
some
people
contend
for
that
,
at
least
;
and
I
am
sure
I
don
’
t
want
to
contradict
them
—
but
they
have
not
very
fine
natures
,
and
they
may
be
thankful
that
,
like
their
coarse
rough
skins
,
they
are
not
easily
wounded
.
’
‘
Really
!
’
said
Miss
Dartle
.
‘
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
now
,
when
I
have
been
better
pleased
than
to
hear
that
.
It
’
s
so
consoling
!
It
’
s
such
a
delight
to
know
that
,
when
they
suffer
,
they
don
’
t
feel
!
Sometimes
I
have
been
quite
uneasy
for
that
sort
of
people
;
but
now
I
shall
just
dismiss
the
idea
of
them
,
altogether
.
Live
and
learn
.
I
had
my
doubts
,
I
confess
,
but
now
they
’
re
cleared
up
.
I
didn
’
t
know
,
and
now
I
do
know
,
and
that
shows
the
advantage
of
asking
—
don
’
t
it
?
’
I
believed
that
Steerforth
had
said
what
he
had
,
in
jest
,
or
to
draw
Miss
Dartle
out
;
and
I
expected
him
to
say
as
much
when
she
was
gone
,
and
we
two
were
sitting
before
the
fire
.
But
he
merely
asked
me
what
I
thought
of
her
.
‘
She
is
very
clever
,
is
she
not
?
’
I
asked
.
