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’
‘
By
what
name
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
The
“
Little
Em
’
ly
”
.
’
As
he
had
continued
to
look
steadily
at
me
,
I
took
it
as
a
reminder
that
he
objected
to
being
extolled
for
his
consideration
.
I
could
not
help
showing
in
my
face
how
much
it
pleased
me
,
but
I
said
little
,
and
he
resumed
his
usual
smile
,
and
seemed
relieved
.
‘
But
see
here
,
’
he
said
,
looking
before
us
,
‘
where
the
original
little
Em
’
ly
comes
!
And
that
fellow
with
her
,
eh
?
Upon
my
soul
,
he
’
s
a
true
knight
.
He
never
leaves
her
!
’
Ham
was
a
boat
-
builder
in
these
days
,
having
improved
a
natural
ingenuity
in
that
handicraft
,
until
he
had
become
a
skilled
workman
.
He
was
in
his
working
-
dress
,
and
looked
rugged
enough
,
but
manly
withal
,
and
a
very
fit
protector
for
the
blooming
little
creature
at
his
side
.
Indeed
,
there
was
a
frankness
in
his
face
,
an
honesty
,
and
an
undisguised
show
of
his
pride
in
her
,
and
his
love
for
her
,
which
were
,
to
me
,
the
best
of
good
looks
.
I
thought
,
as
they
came
towards
us
,
that
they
were
well
matched
even
in
that
particular
.
She
withdrew
her
hand
timidly
from
his
arm
as
we
stopped
to
speak
to
them
,
and
blushed
as
she
gave
it
to
Steerforth
and
to
me
.
When
they
passed
on
,
after
we
had
exchanged
a
few
words
,
she
did
not
like
to
replace
that
hand
,
but
,
still
appearing
timid
and
constrained
,
walked
by
herself
.
I
thought
all
this
very
pretty
and
engaging
,
and
Steerforth
seemed
to
think
so
too
,
as
we
looked
after
them
fading
away
in
the
light
of
a
young
moon
.
Suddenly
there
passed
us
—
evidently
following
them
—
a
young
woman
whose
approach
we
had
not
observed
,
but
whose
face
I
saw
as
she
went
by
,
and
thought
I
had
a
faint
remembrance
of
.
She
was
lightly
dressed
;
looked
bold
,
and
haggard
,
and
flaunting
,
and
poor
;
but
seemed
,
for
the
time
,
to
have
given
all
that
to
the
wind
which
was
blowing
,
and
to
have
nothing
in
her
mind
but
going
after
them
.
As
the
dark
distant
level
,
absorbing
their
figures
into
itself
,
left
but
itself
visible
between
us
and
the
sea
and
clouds
,
her
figure
disappeared
in
like
manner
,
still
no
nearer
to
them
than
before
.
‘
That
is
a
black
shadow
to
be
following
the
girl
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
standing
still
;
‘
what
does
it
mean
?
’
He
spoke
in
a
low
voice
that
sounded
almost
strange
to
Me
.
