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A
minute
more
,
and
this
had
roused
me
from
my
trance
:
—
Steerforth
had
left
his
seat
,
and
gone
to
her
,
and
had
put
his
arm
laughingly
about
her
,
and
had
said
,
‘
Come
,
Rosa
,
for
the
future
we
will
love
each
other
very
much
!
’
And
she
had
struck
him
,
and
had
thrown
him
off
with
the
fury
of
a
wild
cat
,
and
had
burst
out
of
the
room
.
‘
What
is
the
matter
with
Rosa
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
coming
in
.
‘
She
has
been
an
angel
,
mother
,
’
returned
Steerforth
,
‘
for
a
little
while
;
and
has
run
into
the
opposite
extreme
,
since
,
by
way
of
compensation
.
’
‘
You
should
be
careful
not
to
irritate
her
,
James
.
Her
temper
has
been
soured
,
remember
,
and
ought
not
to
be
tried
.
’
Rosa
did
not
come
back
;
and
no
other
mention
was
made
of
her
,
until
I
went
with
Steerforth
into
his
room
to
say
Good
night
.
Then
he
laughed
about
her
,
and
asked
me
if
I
had
ever
seen
such
a
fierce
little
piece
of
incomprehensibility
.
I
expressed
as
much
of
my
astonishment
as
was
then
capable
of
expression
,
and
asked
if
he
could
guess
what
it
was
that
she
had
taken
so
much
amiss
,
so
suddenly
.
‘
Oh
,
Heaven
knows
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Anything
you
like
—
or
nothing
!
I
told
you
she
took
everything
,
herself
included
,
to
a
grindstone
,
and
sharpened
it
.
She
is
an
edge
-
tool
,
and
requires
great
care
in
dealing
with
.
She
is
always
dangerous
.
Good
night
!
’
‘
Good
night
!
’
said
I
,
‘
my
dear
Steerforth
!
I
shall
be
gone
before
you
wake
in
the
morning
.
Good
night
!
’
He
was
unwilling
to
let
me
go
;
and
stood
,
holding
me
out
,
with
a
hand
on
each
of
my
shoulders
,
as
he
had
done
in
my
own
room
.
