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‘
Why
,
from
your
old
nurse
,
’
he
returned
,
taking
some
papers
out
of
his
breast
pocket
.
“
‘
J
.
Steerforth
,
Esquire
,
debtor
,
to
The
Willing
Mind
”
;
that
’
s
not
it
.
Patience
,
and
we
’
ll
find
it
presently
.
Old
what
’
s
-
his
-
name
’
s
in
a
bad
way
,
and
it
’
s
about
that
,
I
believe
.
’
‘
Barkis
,
do
you
mean
?
’
‘
Yes
!
’
still
feeling
in
his
pockets
,
and
looking
over
their
contents
:
‘
it
’
s
all
over
with
poor
Barkis
,
I
am
afraid
.
I
saw
a
little
apothecary
there
—
surgeon
,
or
whatever
he
is
—
who
brought
your
worship
into
the
world
.
He
was
mighty
learned
about
the
case
,
to
me
;
but
the
upshot
of
his
opinion
was
,
that
the
carrier
was
making
his
last
journey
rather
fast
.
—
Put
your
hand
into
the
breast
pocket
of
my
great
-
coat
on
the
chair
yonder
,
and
I
think
you
’
ll
find
the
letter
.
Is
it
there
?
’
‘
Here
it
is
!
’
said
I
.
‘
That
’
s
right
!
’
It
was
from
Peggotty
;
something
less
legible
than
usual
,
and
brief
.
It
informed
me
of
her
husband
’
s
hopeless
state
,
and
hinted
at
his
being
‘
a
little
nearer
’
than
heretofore
,
and
consequently
more
difficult
to
manage
for
his
own
comfort
.
It
said
nothing
of
her
weariness
and
watching
,
and
praised
him
highly
.
It
was
written
with
a
plain
,
unaffected
,
homely
piety
that
I
knew
to
be
genuine
,
and
ended
with
‘
my
duty
to
my
ever
darling
’
—
meaning
myself
.
While
I
deciphered
it
,
Steerforth
continued
to
eat
and
drink
.
‘
It
’
s
a
bad
job
,
’
he
said
,
when
I
had
done
;
‘
but
the
sun
sets
every
day
,
and
people
die
every
minute
,
and
we
mustn
’
t
be
scared
by
the
common
lot
.
If
we
failed
to
hold
our
own
,
because
that
equal
foot
at
all
men
’
s
doors
was
heard
knocking
somewhere
,
every
object
in
this
world
would
slip
from
us
.
No
!
Ride
on
!
Rough
-
shod
if
need
be
,
smooth
-
shod
if
that
will
do
,
but
ride
on
!
Ride
on
over
all
obstacles
,
and
win
the
race
!
’
‘
And
win
what
race
?
’
said
I
.
