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‘
I
have
thought
a
good
deal
about
it
,
my
dear
aunt
,
and
I
have
talked
a
good
deal
about
it
with
Steerforth
.
I
like
it
very
much
indeed
.
I
like
it
exceedingly
.
’
‘
Come
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
That
’
s
cheering
!
’
‘
I
have
only
one
difficulty
,
aunt
.
’
‘
Say
what
it
is
,
Trot
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
Why
,
I
want
to
ask
,
aunt
,
as
this
seems
,
from
what
I
understand
,
to
be
a
limited
profession
,
whether
my
entrance
into
it
would
not
be
very
expensive
?
’
‘
It
will
cost
,
’
returned
my
aunt
,
‘
to
article
you
,
just
a
thousand
pounds
.
’
‘
Now
,
my
dear
aunt
,
’
said
I
,
drawing
my
chair
nearer
,
‘
I
am
uneasy
in
my
mind
about
that
.
It
’
s
a
large
sum
of
money
.
You
have
expended
a
great
deal
on
my
education
,
and
have
always
been
as
liberal
to
me
in
all
things
as
it
was
possible
to
be
.
You
have
been
the
soul
of
generosity
.
Surely
there
are
some
ways
in
which
I
might
begin
life
with
hardly
any
outlay
,
and
yet
begin
with
a
good
hope
of
getting
on
by
resolution
and
exertion
.
Are
you
sure
that
it
would
not
be
better
to
try
that
course
?
Are
you
certain
that
you
can
afford
to
part
with
so
much
money
,
and
that
it
is
right
that
it
should
be
so
expended
?
I
only
ask
you
,
my
second
mother
,
to
consider
.
Are
you
certain
?
’
My
aunt
finished
eating
the
piece
of
toast
on
which
she
was
then
engaged
,
looking
me
full
in
the
face
all
the
while
;
and
then
setting
her
glass
on
the
chimney
-
piece
,
and
folding
her
hands
upon
her
folded
skirts
,
replied
as
follows
:
‘
Trot
,
my
child
,
if
I
have
any
object
in
life
,
it
is
to
provide
for
your
being
a
good
,
a
sensible
,
and
a
happy
man
.
I
am
bent
upon
it
-
so
is
Dick
.
I
should
like
some
people
that
I
know
to
hear
Dick
’
s
conversation
on
the
subject
.
Its
sagacity
is
wonderful
.
But
no
one
knows
the
resources
of
that
man
’
s
intellect
,
except
myself
!
’
