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What
about
that
letter
you
were
speaking
of
at
breakfast
?
’
‘
Oh
!
’
said
I
,
taking
it
out
of
my
pocket
.
‘
It
’
s
from
my
aunt
.
’
‘
And
what
does
she
say
,
requiring
consideration
?
’
‘
Why
,
she
reminds
me
,
Steerforth
,
’
said
I
,
‘
that
I
came
out
on
this
expedition
to
look
about
me
,
and
to
think
a
little
.
’
‘
Which
,
of
course
,
you
have
done
?
’
‘
Indeed
I
can
’
t
say
I
have
,
particularly
.
To
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
am
afraid
I
have
forgotten
it
.
’
‘
Well
!
look
about
you
now
,
and
make
up
for
your
negligence
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Look
to
the
right
,
and
you
’
ll
see
a
flat
country
,
with
a
good
deal
of
marsh
in
it
;
look
to
the
left
,
and
you
’
ll
see
the
same
.
Look
to
the
front
,
and
you
’
ll
find
no
difference
;
look
to
the
rear
,
and
there
it
is
still
.
’
I
laughed
,
and
replied
that
I
saw
no
suitable
profession
in
the
whole
prospect
;
which
was
perhaps
to
be
attributed
to
its
flatness
.
‘
What
says
our
aunt
on
the
subject
?
’
inquired
Steerforth
,
glancing
at
the
letter
in
my
hand
.
‘
Does
she
suggest
anything
?
’
‘
Why
,
yes
,
’
said
I
.
‘
She
asks
me
,
here
,
if
I
think
I
should
like
to
be
a
proctor
?
What
do
you
think
of
it
?
’
‘
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
replied
Steerforth
,
coolly
.
‘
You
may
as
well
do
that
as
anything
else
,
I
suppose
?
’
