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‘
That
’
s
a
laudable
proceeding
on
the
part
of
our
aunt
,
at
all
events
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
when
I
mentioned
it
;
‘
and
one
deserving
of
all
encouragement
.
Daisy
,
my
advice
is
that
you
take
kindly
to
Doctors
’
Commons
.
’
I
quite
made
up
my
mind
to
do
so
.
I
then
told
Steerforth
that
my
aunt
was
in
town
awaiting
me
(
as
I
found
from
her
letter
)
,
and
that
she
had
taken
lodgings
for
a
week
at
a
kind
of
private
hotel
at
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
where
there
was
a
stone
staircase
,
and
a
convenient
door
in
the
roof
;
my
aunt
being
firmly
persuaded
that
every
house
in
London
was
going
to
be
burnt
down
every
night
.
We
achieved
the
rest
of
our
journey
pleasantly
,
sometimes
recurring
to
Doctors
’
Commons
,
and
anticipating
the
distant
days
when
I
should
be
a
proctor
there
,
which
Steerforth
pictured
in
a
variety
of
humorous
and
whimsical
lights
,
that
made
us
both
merry
.
When
we
came
to
our
journey
’
s
end
,
he
went
home
,
engaging
to
call
upon
me
next
day
but
one
;
and
I
drove
to
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
where
I
found
my
aunt
up
,
and
waiting
supper
.
If
I
had
been
round
the
world
since
we
parted
,
we
could
hardly
have
been
better
pleased
to
meet
again
.
My
aunt
cried
outright
as
she
embraced
me
;
and
said
,
pretending
to
laugh
,
that
if
my
poor
mother
had
been
alive
,
that
silly
little
creature
would
have
shed
tears
,
she
had
no
doubt
.
‘
So
you
have
left
Mr
.
Dick
behind
,
aunt
?
’
said
I
.
‘
I
am
sorry
for
that
.
Ah
,
Janet
,
how
do
you
do
?
’
As
Janet
curtsied
,
hoping
I
was
well
,
I
observed
my
aunt
’
s
visage
lengthen
very
much
.
‘
I
am
sorry
for
it
,
too
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
rubbing
her
nose
.
‘
I
have
had
no
peace
of
mind
,
Trot
,
since
I
have
been
here
.
’
Before
I
could
ask
why
,
she
told
me
.
‘
I
am
convinced
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
laying
her
hand
with
melancholy
firmness
on
the
table
,
‘
that
Dick
’
s
character
is
not
a
character
to
keep
the
donkeys
off
.
I
am
confident
he
wants
strength
of
purpose
.
I
ought
to
have
left
Janet
at
home
,
instead
,
and
then
my
mind
might
perhaps
have
been
at
ease
.
If
ever
there
was
a
donkey
trespassing
on
my
green
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
with
emphasis
,
‘
there
was
one
this
afternoon
at
four
o
’
clock
.
A
cold
feeling
came
over
me
from
head
to
foot
,
and
I
know
it
was
a
donkey
!
’
I
tried
to
comfort
her
on
this
point
,
but
she
rejected
consolation
.
