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It
’
ll
soften
your
poor
heart
,
Dan
’
l
,
’
laying
her
head
upon
his
shoulder
,
‘
and
you
’
ll
bear
your
sorrow
better
;
for
you
know
the
promise
,
Dan
’
l
,
“
As
you
have
done
it
unto
one
of
the
least
of
these
,
you
have
done
it
unto
me
”
,
-
and
that
can
never
fail
under
this
roof
,
that
’
s
been
our
shelter
for
so
many
,
many
year
!
’
He
was
quite
passive
now
;
and
when
I
heard
him
crying
,
the
impulse
that
had
been
upon
me
to
go
down
upon
my
knees
,
and
ask
their
pardon
for
the
desolation
I
had
caused
,
and
curse
Steer
-
forth
,
yielded
to
a
better
feeling
,
My
overcharged
heart
found
the
same
relief
,
and
I
cried
too
.
What
is
natural
in
me
,
is
natural
in
many
other
men
,
I
infer
,
and
so
I
am
not
afraid
to
write
that
I
never
had
loved
Steerforth
better
than
when
the
ties
that
bound
me
to
him
were
broken
.
In
the
keen
distress
of
the
discovery
of
his
unworthiness
,
I
thought
more
of
all
that
was
brilliant
in
him
,
I
softened
more
towards
all
that
was
good
in
him
,
I
did
more
justice
to
the
qualities
that
might
have
made
him
a
man
of
a
noble
nature
and
a
great
name
,
than
ever
I
had
done
in
the
height
of
my
devotion
to
him
.
Deeply
as
I
felt
my
own
unconscious
part
in
his
pollution
of
an
honest
home
,
I
believed
that
if
I
had
been
brought
face
to
face
with
him
,
I
could
not
have
uttered
one
reproach
.
I
should
have
loved
him
so
well
still
—
though
he
fascinated
me
no
longer
—
I
should
have
held
in
so
much
tenderness
the
memory
of
my
affection
for
him
,
that
I
think
I
should
have
been
as
weak
as
a
spirit
-
wounded
child
,
in
all
but
the
entertainment
of
a
thought
that
we
could
ever
be
re
-
united
.
That
thought
I
never
had
.
I
felt
,
as
he
had
felt
,
that
all
was
at
an
end
between
us
.
What
his
remembrances
of
me
were
,
I
have
never
known
—
they
were
light
enough
,
perhaps
,
and
easily
dismissed
—
but
mine
of
him
were
as
the
remembrances
of
a
cherished
friend
,
who
was
dead
.
Yes
,
Steerforth
,
long
removed
from
the
scenes
of
this
poor
history
!
My
sorrow
may
bear
involuntary
witness
against
you
at
the
judgement
Throne
;
but
my
angry
thoughts
or
my
reproaches
never
will
,
I
know
!
The
news
of
what
had
happened
soon
spread
through
the
town
;
insomuch
that
as
I
passed
along
the
streets
next
morning
,
I
overheard
the
people
speaking
of
it
at
their
doors
.
Many
were
hard
upon
her
,
some
few
were
hard
upon
him
,
but
towards
her
second
father
and
her
lover
there
was
but
one
sentiment
.
Among
all
kinds
of
people
a
respect
for
them
in
their
distress
prevailed
,
which
was
full
of
gentleness
and
delicacy
.
The
seafaring
men
kept
apart
,
when
those
two
were
seen
early
,
walking
with
slow
steps
on
the
beach
;
and
stood
in
knots
,
talking
compassionately
among
themselves
.
It
was
on
the
beach
,
close
down
by
the
sea
,
that
I
found
them
.
It
would
have
been
easy
to
perceive
that
they
had
not
slept
all
last
night
,
even
if
Peggotty
had
failed
to
tell
me
of
their
still
sitting
just
as
I
left
them
,
when
it
was
broad
day
.
They
looked
worn
;
and
I
thought
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
head
was
bowed
in
one
night
more
than
in
all
the
years
I
had
known
him
.
But
they
were
both
as
grave
and
steady
as
the
sea
itself
,
then
lying
beneath
a
dark
sky
,
waveless
—
yet
with
a
heavy
roll
upon
it
,
as
if
it
breathed
in
its
rest
—
and
touched
,
on
the
horizon
,
with
a
strip
of
silvery
light
from
the
unseen
sun
.
‘
We
have
had
a
mort
of
talk
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
to
me
,
when
we
had
all
three
walked
a
little
while
in
silence
,
‘
of
what
we
ought
and
doen
’
t
ought
to
do
.
But
we
see
our
course
now
.
’
I
happened
to
glance
at
Ham
,
then
looking
out
to
sea
upon
the
distant
light
,
and
a
frightful
thought
came
into
my
mind
—
not
that
his
face
was
angry
,
for
it
was
not
;
I
recall
nothing
but
an
expression
of
stern
determination
in
it
—
that
if
ever
he
encountered
Steerforth
,
he
would
kill
him
.
‘
My
dooty
here
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
is
done
.
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
my
—
—
’
he
stopped
,
and
went
on
in
a
firmer
voice
:
‘
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
her
.
That
’
s
my
dooty
evermore
.
’
