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I
am
particular
about
this
man
,
because
he
made
a
particular
effect
on
me
at
that
time
,
and
because
of
what
took
place
thereafter
.
The
week
passed
away
in
a
most
delightful
manner
.
It
passed
rapidly
,
as
may
be
supposed
,
to
one
entranced
as
I
was
;
and
yet
it
gave
me
so
many
occasions
for
knowing
Steerforth
better
,
and
admiring
him
more
in
a
thousand
respects
,
that
at
its
close
I
seemed
to
have
been
with
him
for
a
much
longer
time
.
A
dashing
way
he
had
of
treating
me
like
a
plaything
,
was
more
agreeable
to
me
than
any
behaviour
he
could
have
adopted
.
It
reminded
me
of
our
old
acquaintance
;
it
seemed
the
natural
sequel
of
it
;
it
showed
me
that
he
was
unchanged
;
it
relieved
me
of
any
uneasiness
I
might
have
felt
,
in
comparing
my
merits
with
his
,
and
measuring
my
claims
upon
his
friendship
by
any
equal
standard
;
above
all
,
it
was
a
familiar
,
unrestrained
,
affectionate
demeanour
that
he
used
towards
no
one
else
.
As
he
had
treated
me
at
school
differently
from
all
the
rest
,
I
joyfully
believed
that
he
treated
me
in
life
unlike
any
other
friend
he
had
.
I
believed
that
I
was
nearer
to
his
heart
than
any
other
friend
,
and
my
own
heart
warmed
with
attachment
to
him
.
He
made
up
his
mind
to
go
with
me
into
the
country
,
and
the
day
arrived
for
our
departure
.
He
had
been
doubtful
at
first
whether
to
take
Littimer
or
not
,
but
decided
to
leave
him
at
home
.
The
respectable
creature
,
satisfied
with
his
lot
whatever
it
was
,
arranged
our
portmanteaux
on
the
little
carriage
that
was
to
take
us
into
London
,
as
if
they
were
intended
to
defy
the
shocks
of
ages
,
and
received
my
modestly
proffered
donation
with
perfect
tranquillity
.
We
bade
adieu
to
Mrs
.
Steerforth
and
Miss
Dartle
,
with
many
thanks
on
my
part
,
and
much
kindness
on
the
devoted
mother
’
s
.
The
last
thing
I
saw
was
Littimer
’
s
unruffled
eye
;
fraught
,
as
I
fancied
,
with
the
silent
conviction
that
I
was
very
young
indeed
.
What
I
felt
,
in
returning
so
auspiciously
to
the
old
familiar
places
,
I
shall
not
endeavour
to
describe
.
We
went
down
by
the
Mail
.
I
was
so
concerned
,
I
recollect
,
even
for
the
honour
of
Yarmouth
,
that
when
Steerforth
said
,
as
we
drove
through
its
dark
streets
to
the
inn
,
that
,
as
well
as
he
could
make
out
,
it
was
a
good
,
queer
,
out
-
of
-
the
-
way
kind
of
hole
,
I
was
highly
pleased
.
We
went
to
bed
on
our
arrival
(
I
observed
a
pair
of
dirty
shoes
and
gaiters
in
connexion
with
my
old
friend
the
Dolphin
as
we
passed
that
door
)
,
and
breakfasted
late
in
the
morning
.
Steerforth
,
who
was
in
great
spirits
,
had
been
strolling
about
the
beach
before
I
was
up
,
and
had
made
acquaintance
,
he
said
,
with
half
the
boatmen
in
the
place
.
Moreover
,
he
had
seen
,
in
the
distance
,
what
he
was
sure
must
be
the
identical
house
of
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
smoke
coming
out
of
the
chimney
;
and
had
had
a
great
mind
,
he
told
me
,
to
walk
in
and
swear
he
was
myself
grown
out
of
knowledge
.
‘
When
do
you
propose
to
introduce
me
there
,
Daisy
?
’
he
said
.
‘
I
am
at
your
disposal
.
Make
your
own
arrangements
.
’
‘
Why
,
I
was
thinking
that
this
evening
would
be
a
good
time
,
Steerforth
,
when
they
are
all
sitting
round
the
fire
.
I
should
like
you
to
see
it
when
it
’
s
snug
,
it
’
s
such
a
curious
place
.
’
‘
So
be
it
!
’
returned
Steerforth
.
‘
This
evening
.
’
‘
I
shall
not
give
them
any
notice
that
we
are
here
,
you
know
,
’
said
I
,
delighted
.
‘
We
must
take
them
by
surprise
.
’
