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As for caring, there is only one person in the world he cares for himself. I was reading 'David Copperfield' just before we came in here, and Steerforth's character might have been sketched from Forster. He is a man without either heart or conscience; a man who would sacrifice everything to his own pleasures; and yet even when one knows him to be what he is, one can hardly help liking him.
She withdrew herself a step behind the chair, to keep her own face out of Mrs. Steerforth's observation; and scrutinized me with a piercing gaze that never faltered, never shrunk. 'I am sorry to observe you are in mourning, sir, said Mrs. Steerforth. 'I am unhappily a widower, said I. 'You are very young to know so great a loss, she returned. 'I am grieved to hear it. I am grieved to hear it.
The repetition to any ears even to Steerforth's of what she had been unable to repress when her heart lay open to me by an accident, I felt would be a rough deed, unworthy of myself, unworthy of the light of our pure childhood, which I always saw encircling her head. I made a resolution, therefore, to keep it in my own breast; and there it gave her image a new grace.
On Steerforth's replying in the affirmative, she pushed a chair against it, and begging the assistance of my hand, mounted up, pretty nimbly, to the top, as if it were a stage. 'If either of you saw my ankles, she said, when she was safely elevated, 'say so, and I'll go home and destroy myself! 'I did not, said Steerforth. 'I did not, said I.
With this, she tilted some of the contents of the little bottle on to one of the little bits of flannel, and, again imparting some of the virtues of that preparation to one of the little brushes, began rubbing and scraping away with both on the crown of Steerforth's head in the busiest manner I ever witnessed, talking all the time. 'There's Charley Pyegrave, the duke's son, she said.
She brings everything to a grindstone, said Steerforth, and sharpens it, as she has sharpened her own face and figure these years past. She has worn herself away by constant sharpening. She is all edge. 'What a remarkable scar that is upon her lip! I said. Steerforth's face fell, and he paused a moment. 'Why, the fact is, he returned, 'I did that. 'By an unfortunate accident! 'No.
She was introduced as Miss Dartle, and both Steerforth and his mother called her Rosa. I found that she lived there, and had been for a long time Mrs. Steerforth's companion. It appeared to me that she never said anything she wanted to say, outright; but hinted it, and made a great deal more of it by this practice. For example, when Mrs.
I saw the flashing black eyes, and the passion-wasted figure; and I saw the scar, with its white track cutting through her lips, quivering and throbbing as she spoke. 'I have come to see, she said, 'James Steerforth's fancy; the girl who ran away with him, and is the town-talk of the commonest people of her native place; the bold, flaunting, practised companion of persons like James Steerforth.
'Not the ghost of one, replied Miss Mowcher. 'We could show her the substance of one, I think? said Steerforth, addressing his eyes to mine. 'Eh, Daisy? 'Yes, indeed, said I. 'Aha? cried the little creature, glancing sharply at my face, and then peeping round at Steerforth's. 'Umph?
I never did in my days behold anything like Mowcher as she stood upon the dining table, intensely enjoying this refreshment, rubbing busily at Steerforth's head, and winking at me over it. 'Ah! she said. 'Such things are not much in demand hereabouts. That sets me off again! I haven't seen a pretty woman since I've been here, jemmy. 'No? said Steerforth.
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