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‘
Daisy
,
’
he
said
,
with
a
smile
—
‘
for
though
that
’
s
not
the
name
your
godfathers
and
godmothers
gave
you
,
it
’
s
the
name
I
like
best
to
call
you
by
—
and
I
wish
,
I
wish
,
I
wish
,
you
could
give
it
to
me
!
’
‘
Why
so
I
can
,
if
I
choose
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Daisy
,
if
anything
should
ever
separate
us
,
you
must
think
of
me
at
my
best
,
old
boy
.
Come
!
Let
us
make
that
bargain
.
Think
of
me
at
my
best
,
if
circumstances
should
ever
part
us
!
’
‘
You
have
no
best
to
me
,
Steerforth
,
’
said
I
,
‘
and
no
worst
You
are
always
equally
loved
,
and
cherished
in
my
heart
.
’
So
much
compunction
for
having
ever
wronged
him
,
even
by
a
shapeless
thought
,
did
I
feel
within
me
,
that
the
confession
of
having
done
so
was
rising
to
my
lips
.
But
for
the
reluctance
I
had
to
betray
the
confidence
of
Agnes
,
but
for
my
uncertainty
how
to
approach
the
subject
with
no
risk
of
doing
so
,
it
would
have
reached
them
before
he
said
,
‘
God
bless
you
,
Daisy
,
and
good
night
!
’
In
my
doubt
,
it
did
NOT
reach
them
;
and
we
shook
hands
,
and
we
parted
.
I
was
up
with
the
dull
dawn
,
and
,
having
dressed
as
quietly
as
I
could
,
looked
into
his
room
.
He
was
fast
asleep
;
lying
,
easily
,
with
his
head
upon
his
arm
,
as
I
had
often
seen
him
lie
at
school
.
The
time
came
in
its
season
,
and
that
was
very
soon
,
when
I
almost
wondered
that
nothing
troubled
his
repose
,
as
I
looked
at
him
.
But
he
slept
—
let
me
think
of
him
so
again
—
as
I
had
often
seen
him
sleep
at
school
;
and
thus
,
in
this
silent
hour
,
I
left
him
.
-
Never
more
,
oh
God
forgive
you
,
Steerforth
!
to
touch
that
passive
hand
in
love
and
friendship
.
Never
,
never
more
!
Igot
down
to
Yarmouth
in
the
evening
,
and
went
to
the
inn
.
I
knew
that
Peggotty
’
s
spare
room
—
my
room
—
was
likely
to
have
occupation
enough
in
a
little
while
,
if
that
great
Visitor
,
before
whose
presence
all
the
living
must
give
place
,
were
not
already
in
the
house
;
so
I
betook
myself
to
the
inn
,
and
dined
there
,
and
engaged
my
bed
.
