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It
was
a
picture
of
comfort
,
full
of
easy
-
chairs
,
cushions
and
footstools
,
worked
by
his
mother
’
s
hand
,
and
with
no
sort
of
thing
omitted
that
could
help
to
render
it
complete
.
Finally
,
her
handsome
features
looked
down
on
her
darling
from
a
portrait
on
the
wall
,
as
if
it
were
even
something
to
her
that
her
likeness
should
watch
him
while
he
slept
.
I
found
the
fire
burning
clear
enough
in
my
room
by
this
time
,
and
the
curtains
drawn
before
the
windows
and
round
the
bed
,
giving
it
a
very
snug
appearance
.
I
sat
down
in
a
great
chair
upon
the
hearth
to
meditate
on
my
happiness
;
and
had
enjoyed
the
contemplation
of
it
for
some
time
,
when
I
found
a
likeness
of
Miss
Dartle
looking
eagerly
at
me
from
above
the
chimney
-
piece
.
It
was
a
startling
likeness
,
and
necessarily
had
a
startling
look
.
The
painter
hadn
’
t
made
the
scar
,
but
I
made
it
;
and
there
it
was
,
coming
and
going
;
now
confined
to
the
upper
lip
as
I
had
seen
it
at
dinner
,
and
now
showing
the
whole
extent
of
the
wound
inflicted
by
the
hammer
,
as
I
had
seen
it
when
she
was
passionate
.
I
wondered
peevishly
why
they
couldn
’
t
put
her
anywhere
else
instead
of
quartering
her
on
me
.
To
get
rid
of
her
,
I
undressed
quickly
,
extinguished
my
light
,
and
went
to
bed
.
But
,
as
I
fell
asleep
,
I
could
not
forget
that
she
was
still
there
looking
,
‘
Is
it
really
,
though
?
I
want
to
know
’
;
and
when
I
awoke
in
the
night
,
I
found
that
I
was
uneasily
asking
all
sorts
of
people
in
my
dreams
whether
it
really
was
or
not
—
without
knowing
what
I
meant
.
There
was
a
servant
in
that
house
,
a
man
who
,
I
understood
,
was
usually
with
Steerforth
,
and
had
come
into
his
service
at
the
University
,
who
was
in
appearance
a
pattern
of
respectability
.
I
believe
there
never
existed
in
his
station
a
more
respectable
-
looking
man
.
He
was
taciturn
,
soft
-
footed
,
very
quiet
in
his
manner
,
deferential
,
observant
,
always
at
hand
when
wanted
,
and
never
near
when
not
wanted
;
but
his
great
claim
to
consideration
was
his
respectability
.
He
had
not
a
pliant
face
,
he
had
rather
a
stiff
neck
,
rather
a
tight
smooth
head
with
short
hair
clinging
to
it
at
the
sides
,
a
soft
way
of
speaking
,
with
a
peculiar
habit
of
whispering
the
letter
S
so
distinctly
,
that
he
seemed
to
use
it
oftener
than
any
other
man
;
but
every
peculiarity
that
he
had
he
made
respectable
.
If
his
nose
had
been
upside
-
down
,
he
would
have
made
that
respectable
.
He
surrounded
himself
with
an
atmosphere
of
respectability
,
and
walked
secure
in
it
.
It
would
have
been
next
to
impossible
to
suspect
him
of
anything
wrong
,
he
was
so
thoroughly
respectable
.
Nobody
could
have
thought
of
putting
him
in
a
livery
,
he
was
so
highly
respectable
.
To
have
imposed
any
derogatory
work
upon
him
,
would
have
been
to
inflict
a
wanton
insult
on
the
feelings
of
a
most
respectable
man
.
And
of
this
,
I
noticed
-
the
women
-
servants
in
the
household
were
so
intuitively
conscious
,
that
they
always
did
such
work
themselves
,
and
generally
while
he
read
the
paper
by
the
pantry
fire
.
Such
a
self
-
contained
man
I
never
saw
.
But
in
that
quality
,
as
in
every
other
he
possessed
,
he
only
seemed
to
be
the
more
respectable
.
Even
the
fact
that
no
one
knew
his
Christian
name
,
seemed
to
form
a
part
of
his
respectability
.
Nothing
could
be
objected
against
his
surname
,
Littimer
,
by
which
he
was
known
.
Peter
might
have
been
hanged
,
or
Tom
transported
;
but
Littimer
was
perfectly
respectable
.
It
was
occasioned
,
I
suppose
,
by
the
reverend
nature
of
respectability
in
the
abstract
,
but
I
felt
particularly
young
in
this
man
’
s
presence
.
How
old
he
was
himself
,
I
could
not
guess
—
and
that
again
went
to
his
credit
on
the
same
score
;
for
in
the
calmness
of
respectability
he
might
have
numbered
fifty
years
as
well
as
thirty
.
Littimer
was
in
my
room
in
the
morning
before
I
was
up
,
to
bring
me
that
reproachful
shaving
-
water
,
and
to
put
out
my
clothes
.
When
I
undrew
the
curtains
and
looked
out
of
bed
,
I
saw
him
,
in
an
equable
temperature
of
respectability
,
unaffected
by
the
east
wind
of
January
,
and
not
even
breathing
frostily
,
standing
my
boots
right
and
left
in
the
first
dancing
position
,
and
blowing
specks
of
dust
off
my
coat
as
he
laid
it
down
like
a
baby
.
I
gave
him
good
morning
,
and
asked
him
what
o
’
clock
it
was
.
He
took
out
of
his
pocket
the
most
respectable
hunting
-
watch
I
ever
saw
,
and
preventing
the
spring
with
his
thumb
from
opening
far
,
looked
in
at
the
face
as
if
he
were
consulting
an
oracular
oyster
,
shut
it
up
again
,
and
said
,
if
I
pleased
,
it
was
half
past
eight
.
