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‘
Yes
.
’
‘
And
has
he
heard
Littimer
himself
?
’
‘
Yes
;
I
have
told
him
why
you
wished
it
.
’
‘
You
are
a
good
girl
.
I
have
had
some
slight
correspondence
with
your
former
friend
,
sir
,
’
addressing
me
,
‘
but
it
has
not
restored
his
sense
of
duty
or
natural
obligation
.
Therefore
I
have
no
other
object
in
this
,
than
what
Rosa
has
mentioned
.
If
,
by
the
course
which
may
relieve
the
mind
of
the
decent
man
you
brought
here
(
for
whom
I
am
sorry
—
I
can
say
no
more
)
,
my
son
may
be
saved
from
again
falling
into
the
snares
of
a
designing
enemy
,
well
!
’
She
drew
herself
up
,
and
sat
looking
straight
before
her
,
far
away
.
‘
Madam
,
’
I
said
respectfully
,
‘
I
understand
.
I
assure
you
I
am
in
no
danger
of
putting
any
strained
construction
on
your
motives
.
But
I
must
say
,
even
to
you
,
having
known
this
injured
family
from
childhood
,
that
if
you
suppose
the
girl
,
so
deeply
wronged
,
has
not
been
cruelly
deluded
,
and
would
not
rather
die
a
hundred
deaths
than
take
a
cup
of
water
from
your
son
’
s
hand
now
,
you
cherish
a
terrible
mistake
.
’
‘
Well
,
Rosa
,
well
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
,
as
the
other
was
about
to
interpose
,
‘
it
is
no
matter
.
Let
it
be
.
You
are
married
,
sir
,
I
am
told
?
’
I
answered
that
I
had
been
some
time
married
.
‘
And
are
doing
well
?
I
hear
little
in
the
quiet
life
I
lead
,
but
I
understand
you
are
beginning
to
be
famous
.
’
‘
I
have
been
very
fortunate
,
’
I
said
,
‘
and
find
my
name
connected
with
some
praise
.
’
