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‘
Didn
’
t
I
know
?
’
cried
I
,
‘
didn
’
t
I
say
that
there
was
not
a
joy
,
or
sorrow
,
or
any
emotion
of
such
honest
hearts
that
was
indifferent
to
you
?
’
‘
Aye
,
aye
,
’
he
answered
,
‘
you
told
me
all
that
.
There
let
it
rest
.
We
have
said
enough
!
’
Afraid
of
offending
him
by
pursuing
the
subject
when
he
made
so
light
of
it
,
I
only
pursued
it
in
my
thoughts
as
we
went
on
at
even
a
quicker
pace
than
before
.
‘
She
must
be
newly
rigged
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
‘
and
I
shall
leave
Littimer
behind
to
see
it
done
,
that
I
may
know
she
is
quite
complete
.
Did
I
tell
you
Littimer
had
come
down
?
’
‘
No
.
’
‘
Oh
yes
!
came
down
this
morning
,
with
a
letter
from
my
mother
.
’
As
our
looks
met
,
I
observed
that
he
was
pale
even
to
his
lips
,
though
he
looked
very
steadily
at
me
.
I
feared
that
some
difference
between
him
and
his
mother
might
have
led
to
his
being
in
the
frame
of
mind
in
which
I
had
found
him
at
the
solitary
fireside
.
I
hinted
so
.
‘
Oh
no
!
’
he
said
,
shaking
his
head
,
and
giving
a
slight
laugh
.
‘
Nothing
of
the
sort
!
Yes
.
He
is
come
down
,
that
man
of
mine
.
’
‘
The
same
as
ever
?
’
said
I
.
‘
The
same
as
ever
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Distant
and
quiet
as
the
North
Pole
.
He
shall
see
to
the
boat
being
fresh
named
.
She
’
s
the
“
Stormy
Petrel
”
now
.
What
does
Mr
.
Peggotty
care
for
Stormy
Petrels
!
I
’
ll
have
her
christened
again
.
