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I
sat
looking
at
her
as
she
cast
her
eyes
down
on
her
work
;
I
sat
seeming
still
to
listen
to
her
;
and
Steerforth
,
in
spite
of
all
my
attachment
to
him
,
darkened
in
that
tone
.
‘
It
is
very
bold
in
me
,
’
said
Agnes
,
looking
up
again
,
‘
who
have
lived
in
such
seclusion
,
and
can
know
so
little
of
the
world
,
to
give
you
my
advice
so
confidently
,
or
even
to
have
this
strong
opinion
.
But
I
know
in
what
it
is
engendered
,
Trotwood
,
—
in
how
true
a
remembrance
of
our
having
grown
up
together
,
and
in
how
true
an
interest
in
all
relating
to
you
.
It
is
that
which
makes
me
bold
.
I
am
certain
that
what
I
say
is
right
.
I
am
quite
sure
it
is
.
I
feel
as
if
it
were
someone
else
speaking
to
you
,
and
not
I
,
when
I
caution
you
that
you
have
made
a
dangerous
friend
.
’
Again
I
looked
at
her
,
again
I
listened
to
her
after
she
was
silent
,
and
again
his
image
,
though
it
was
still
fixed
in
my
heart
,
darkened
.
‘
I
am
not
so
unreasonable
as
to
expect
,
’
said
Agnes
,
resuming
her
usual
tone
,
after
a
little
while
,
‘
that
you
will
,
or
that
you
can
,
at
once
,
change
any
sentiment
that
has
become
a
conviction
to
you
;
least
of
all
a
sentiment
that
is
rooted
in
your
trusting
disposition
.
You
ought
not
hastily
to
do
that
.
I
only
ask
you
,
Trotwood
,
if
you
ever
think
of
me
—
I
mean
,
’
with
a
quiet
smile
,
for
I
was
going
to
interrupt
her
,
and
she
knew
why
,
‘
as
often
as
you
think
of
me
—
to
think
of
what
I
have
said
.
Do
you
forgive
me
for
all
this
?
’
‘
I
will
forgive
you
,
Agnes
,
’
I
replied
,
‘
when
you
come
to
do
Steerforth
justice
,
and
to
like
him
as
well
as
I
do
.
’
‘
Not
until
then
?
’
said
Agnes
.
I
saw
a
passing
shadow
on
her
face
when
I
made
this
mention
of
him
,
but
she
returned
my
smile
,
and
we
were
again
as
unreserved
in
our
mutual
confidence
as
of
old
.
‘
And
when
,
Agnes
,
’
said
I
,
‘
will
you
forgive
me
the
other
night
?
’
‘
When
I
recall
it
,
’
said
Agnes
.
