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'Oh my stars and what's-their-names! she went on, clapping a hand on each of her little knees, and glancing shrewdly at me, 'I'm of too full a habit, that's the fact, Steerforth. After a flight of stairs, it gives me as much trouble to draw every breath I want, as if it was a bucket of water. If you saw me looking out of an upper window, you'd think I was a fine woman, wouldn't you?
The whole house of Omer and Joram turned out to bid us good-bye; and there were so many seafaring volunteers in attendance on Steerforth, when our portmanteaux went to the coach, that if we had had the baggage of a regiment with us, we should hardly have wanted porters to carry it.
'My dear Steerforth, what is the matter? 'I wish with all my soul I had been better guided! he exclaimed. 'I wish with all my soul I could guide myself better! There was a passionate dejection in his manner that quite amazed me. He was more unlike himself than I could have supposed possible.
Steerforth was pretty sure to be there expecting me, and we went on together through the frosty air and gathering fog towards the twinkling lights of the town. One dark evening, when I was later than usual for I had, that day, been making my parting visit to Blunderstone, as we were now about to return home I found him alone in Mr. Peggotty's house, sitting thoughtfully before the fire.
My dear Steerforth, I am so overjoyed to see you! 'And I am rejoiced to see you, too! he said, shaking my hands heartily. 'Why, Copperfield, old boy, don't be overpowered! And yet he was glad, too, I thought, to see how the delight I had in meeting him affected me.
Holloa, you sir! This was addressed to the waiter, who had been very attentive to our recognition, at a distance, and now came forward deferentially. 'Where have you put my friend, Mr. Copperfield? said Steerforth. 'Beg your pardon, sir? 'Where does he sleep? What's his number? You know what I mean, said Steerforth. 'Well, sir, said the waiter, with an apologetic air. 'Mr.
"Pendennis" and "David Copperfield" came out simultaneously in numbers, yet Pen never encountered Steerforth at the University, nor did Warrington, in his life of journalism, jostle against a reporter named David Copperfield. One fears that the Major would have called Steerforth a tiger, that Pen would have been very loftily condescending to the nephew of Betsy Trotwood.
The pictures in his mind were evolved from his reading of "David Copperfield." There would be people like Steerforth and dear Traddles, there would be a master who played the flute, there would be rebellions and riots would there? Mrs. Trussit was of little value on this occasion: "Mrs. Trussit, were you ever at school?" "No, Master Peter, I was never at school.
Peggotty had made a communication to me on the way to London for which I was not unprepared. It was, that he purposed first seeing Mrs. Steerforth. As I felt bound to assist him in this, and also to mediate between them; with the view of sparing the mother's feelings as much as possible, I wrote to her that night.
Here, among pillows enough for six, I soon fell asleep in a blissful condition, and dreamed of ancient Rome, Steerforth and friendship, until the early morning coaches rumbling out of the archway underneath made me dream of thunder and the gods."
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