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‘
You
want
to
know
what
,
Rosa
?
’
returned
Mrs
.
Steerforth
.
‘
Pray
,
pray
,
Rosa
,
do
not
be
mysterious
.
’
‘
Mysterious
!
’
she
cried
.
‘
Oh
!
really
?
Do
you
consider
me
so
?
’
‘
Do
I
constantly
entreat
you
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
‘
to
speak
plainly
,
in
your
own
natural
manner
?
’
‘
Oh
!
then
this
is
not
my
natural
manner
?
’
she
rejoined
.
‘
Now
you
must
really
bear
with
me
,
because
I
ask
for
information
.
We
never
know
ourselves
.
’
‘
It
has
become
a
second
nature
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
without
any
displeasure
;
‘
but
I
remember
,
—
and
so
must
you
,
I
think
,
—
when
your
manner
was
different
,
Rosa
;
when
it
was
not
so
guarded
,
and
was
more
trustful
.
’
‘
I
am
sure
you
are
right
,
’
she
returned
;
‘
and
so
it
is
that
bad
habits
grow
upon
one
!
Really
?
Less
guarded
and
more
trustful
?
How
can
I
,
imperceptibly
,
have
changed
,
I
wonder
!
Well
,
that
’
s
very
odd
!
I
must
study
to
regain
my
former
self
.
’
‘
I
wish
you
would
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
with
a
smile
.
‘
Oh
!
I
really
will
,
you
know
!
’
she
answered
.
‘
I
will
learn
frankness
from
—
let
me
see
—
from
James
.
’
‘
You
cannot
learn
frankness
,
Rosa
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
quickly
—
for
there
was
always
some
effect
of
sarcasm
in
what
Rosa
Dartle
said
,
though
it
was
said
,
as
this
was
,
in
the
most
unconscious
manner
in
the
world
—
‘
in
a
better
school
.
’
