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’
‘
But
to
bring
you
so
far
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
and
to
separate
,
seems
bad
companionship
,
Steerforth
.
’
‘
Why
,
in
the
name
of
Heaven
,
where
do
you
naturally
belong
?
’
he
said
.
‘
What
is
“
seems
”
,
compared
to
that
?
’
It
was
settled
at
once
.
He
maintained
all
his
delightful
qualities
to
the
last
,
until
we
started
forth
,
at
eight
o
’
clock
,
for
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
boat
.
Indeed
,
they
were
more
and
more
brightly
exhibited
as
the
hours
went
on
;
for
I
thought
even
then
,
and
I
have
no
doubt
now
,
that
the
consciousness
of
success
in
his
determination
to
please
,
inspired
him
with
a
new
delicacy
of
perception
,
and
made
it
,
subtle
as
it
was
,
more
easy
to
him
.
If
anyone
had
told
me
,
then
,
that
all
this
was
a
brilliant
game
,
played
for
the
excitement
of
the
moment
,
for
the
employment
of
high
spirits
,
in
the
thoughtless
love
of
superiority
,
in
a
mere
wasteful
careless
course
of
winning
what
was
worthless
to
him
,
and
next
minute
thrown
away
—
I
say
,
if
anyone
had
told
me
such
a
lie
that
night
,
I
wonder
in
what
manner
of
receiving
it
my
indignation
would
have
found
a
vent
!
Probably
only
in
an
increase
,
had
that
been
possible
,
of
the
romantic
feelings
of
fidelity
and
friendship
with
which
I
walked
beside
him
,
over
the
dark
wintry
sands
towards
the
old
boat
;
the
wind
sighing
around
us
even
more
mournfully
,
than
it
had
sighed
and
moaned
upon
the
night
when
I
first
darkened
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
door
.
‘
This
is
a
wild
kind
of
place
,
Steerforth
,
is
it
not
?
’
‘
Dismal
enough
in
the
dark
,
’
he
said
:
‘
and
the
sea
roars
as
if
it
were
hungry
for
us
.
Is
that
the
boat
,
where
I
see
a
light
yonder
?
’
‘
That
’
s
the
boat
,
’
said
I
.
‘
And
it
’
s
the
same
I
saw
this
morning
,
’
he
returned
.
‘
I
came
straight
to
it
,
by
instinct
,
I
suppose
.
’
We
said
no
more
as
we
approached
the
light
,
but
made
softly
for
the
door
.
I
laid
my
hand
upon
the
latch
;
and
whispering
Steerforth
to
keep
close
to
me
,
went
in
.
A
murmur
of
voices
had
been
audible
on
the
outside
,
and
,
at
the
moment
of
our
entrance
,
a
clapping
of
hands
:
which
latter
noise
,
I
was
surprised
to
see
,
proceeded
from
the
generally
disconsolate
Mrs
.
Gummidge
.
But
Mrs
.
Gummidge
was
not
the
only
person
there
who
was
unusually
excited
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
his
face
lighted
up
with
uncommon
satisfaction
,
and
laughing
with
all
his
might
,
held
his
rough
arms
wide
open
,
as
if
for
little
Em
’
ly
to
run
into
them
;
Ham
,
with
a
mixed
expression
in
his
face
of
admiration
,
exultation
,
and
a
lumbering
sort
of
bashfulness
that
sat
upon
him
very
well
,
held
little
Em
’
ly
by
the
hand
,
as
if
he
were
presenting
her
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
;
little
Em
’
ly
herself
,
blushing
and
shy
,
but
delighted
with
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
delight
,
as
her
joyous
eyes
expressed
,
was
stopped
by
our
entrance
(
for
she
saw
us
first
)
in
the
very
act
of
springing
from
Ham
to
nestle
in
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
embrace
.
In
the
first
glimpse
we
had
of
them
all
,
and
at
the
moment
of
our
passing
from
the
dark
cold
night
into
the
warm
light
room
,
this
was
the
way
in
which
they
were
all
employed
:
Mrs
.
Gummidge
in
the
background
,
clapping
her
hands
like
a
madwoman
.
