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‘
I
was
carried
off
,
by
force
of
arms
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
‘
the
very
next
morning
after
I
got
home
.
Why
,
Daisy
,
what
a
rare
old
bachelor
you
are
here
!
’
I
showed
him
over
the
establishment
,
not
omitting
the
pantry
,
with
no
little
pride
,
and
he
commended
it
highly
.
‘
I
tell
you
what
,
old
boy
,
’
he
added
,
‘
I
shall
make
quite
a
town
-
house
of
this
place
,
unless
you
give
me
notice
to
quit
.
’
This
was
a
delightful
hearing
.
I
told
him
if
he
waited
for
that
,
he
would
have
to
wait
till
doomsday
.
‘
But
you
shall
have
some
breakfast
!
’
said
I
,
with
my
hand
on
the
bell
-
rope
,
‘
and
Mrs
.
Crupp
shall
make
you
some
fresh
coffee
,
and
I
’
ll
toast
you
some
bacon
in
a
bachelor
’
s
Dutch
-
oven
,
that
I
have
got
here
.
’
‘
No
,
no
!
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Don
’
t
ring
!
I
can
’
t
!
I
am
going
to
breakfast
with
one
of
these
fellows
who
is
at
the
Piazza
Hotel
,
in
Covent
Garden
.
’
‘
But
you
’
ll
come
back
to
dinner
?
’
said
I
.
‘
I
can
’
t
,
upon
my
life
.
There
’
s
nothing
I
should
like
better
,
but
I
must
remain
with
these
two
fellows
.
We
are
all
three
off
together
tomorrow
morning
.
’
‘
Then
bring
them
here
to
dinner
,
’
I
returned
.
‘
Do
you
think
they
would
come
?
’
‘
Oh
!
they
would
come
fast
enough
,
’
said
Steerforth
;
‘
but
we
should
inconvenience
you
.
You
had
better
come
and
dine
with
us
somewhere
.
’
