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‘
By
your
art
,
of
course
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
Miss
Mowcher
winked
assent
.
‘
Forced
to
send
for
me
.
Couldn
’
t
help
it
.
The
climate
affected
his
dye
;
it
did
very
well
in
Russia
,
but
it
was
no
go
here
.
You
never
saw
such
a
rusty
Prince
in
all
your
born
days
as
he
was
.
Like
old
iron
!
’
‘
Is
that
why
you
called
him
a
humbug
,
just
now
?
’
inquired
Steerforth
.
‘
Oh
,
you
’
re
a
broth
of
a
boy
,
ain
’
t
you
?
’
returned
Miss
Mowcher
,
shaking
her
head
violently
.
‘
I
said
,
what
a
set
of
humbugs
we
were
in
general
,
and
I
showed
you
the
scraps
of
the
Prince
’
s
nails
to
prove
it
.
The
Prince
’
s
nails
do
more
for
me
in
private
families
of
the
genteel
sort
,
than
all
my
talents
put
together
.
I
always
carry
‘
em
about
.
They
’
re
the
best
introduction
.
If
Miss
Mowcher
cuts
the
Prince
’
s
nails
,
she
must
be
all
right
.
I
give
‘
em
away
to
the
young
ladies
.
They
put
‘
em
in
albums
,
I
believe
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
Upon
my
life
,
“
the
whole
social
system
”
(
as
the
men
call
it
when
they
make
speeches
in
Parliament
)
is
a
system
of
Prince
’
s
nails
!
’
said
this
least
of
women
,
trying
to
fold
her
short
arms
,
and
nodding
her
large
head
.
Steerforth
laughed
heartily
,
and
I
laughed
too
.
Miss
Mowcher
continuing
all
the
time
to
shake
her
head
(
which
was
very
much
on
one
side
)
,
and
to
look
into
the
air
with
one
eye
,
and
to
wink
with
the
other
.
‘
Well
,
well
!
’
she
said
,
smiting
her
small
knees
,
and
rising
,
‘
this
is
not
business
.
Come
,
Steerforth
,
let
’
s
explore
the
polar
regions
,
and
have
it
over
.
’
She
then
selected
two
or
three
of
the
little
instruments
,
and
a
little
bottle
,
and
asked
(
to
my
surprise
)
if
the
table
would
bear
.
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
.
