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‘
What
is
he
doing
?
’
I
repeated
the
words
,
more
to
myself
than
her
,
being
so
amazed
.
‘
What
is
he
doing
?
’
she
said
,
with
an
eagerness
that
seemed
enough
to
consume
her
like
a
fire
.
‘
In
what
is
that
man
assisting
him
,
who
never
looks
at
me
without
an
inscrutable
falsehood
in
his
eyes
?
If
you
are
honourable
and
faithful
,
I
don
’
t
ask
you
to
betray
your
friend
.
I
ask
you
only
to
tell
me
,
is
it
anger
,
is
it
hatred
,
is
it
pride
,
is
it
restlessness
,
is
it
some
wild
fancy
,
is
it
love
,
what
is
it
,
that
is
leading
him
?
’
‘
Miss
Dartle
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
how
shall
I
tell
you
,
so
that
you
will
believe
me
,
that
I
know
of
nothing
in
Steerforth
different
from
what
there
was
when
I
first
came
here
?
I
can
think
of
nothing
.
I
firmly
believe
there
is
nothing
.
I
hardly
understand
even
what
you
mean
.
’
As
she
still
stood
looking
fixedly
at
me
,
a
twitching
or
throbbing
,
from
which
I
could
not
dissociate
the
idea
of
pain
,
came
into
that
cruel
mark
;
and
lifted
up
the
corner
of
her
lip
as
if
with
scorn
,
or
with
a
pity
that
despised
its
object
.
She
put
her
hand
upon
it
hurriedly
—
a
hand
so
thin
and
delicate
,
that
when
I
had
seen
her
hold
it
up
before
the
fire
to
shade
her
face
,
I
had
compared
it
in
my
thoughts
to
fine
porcelain
—
and
saying
,
in
a
quick
,
fierce
,
passionate
way
,
‘
I
swear
you
to
secrecy
about
this
!
’
said
not
a
word
more
.
Mrs
.
Steerforth
was
particularly
happy
in
her
son
’
s
society
,
and
Steerforth
was
,
on
this
occasion
,
particularly
attentive
and
respectful
to
her
.
It
was
very
interesting
to
me
to
see
them
together
,
not
only
on
account
of
their
mutual
affection
,
but
because
of
the
strong
personal
resemblance
between
them
,
and
the
manner
in
which
what
was
haughty
or
impetuous
in
him
was
softened
by
age
and
sex
,
in
her
,
to
a
gracious
dignity
.
I
thought
,
more
than
once
,
that
it
was
well
no
serious
cause
of
division
had
ever
come
between
them
;
or
two
such
natures
—
I
ought
rather
to
express
it
,
two
such
shades
of
the
same
nature
—
might
have
been
harder
to
reconcile
than
the
two
extremest
opposites
in
creation
.
The
idea
did
not
originate
in
my
own
discernment
,
I
am
bound
to
confess
,
but
in
a
speech
of
Rosa
Dartle
’
s
.
She
said
at
dinner
:
‘
Oh
,
but
do
tell
me
,
though
,
somebody
,
because
I
have
been
thinking
about
it
all
day
,
and
I
want
to
know
.
’
