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‘
She
was
quite
overcome
,
I
am
afraid
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
with
great
commiseration
.
‘
What
!
Did
you
ever
see
a
crocodile
overcome
?
’
inquired
my
aunt
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
I
ever
saw
a
crocodile
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Dick
,
mildly
.
‘
There
never
would
have
been
anything
the
matter
,
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
that
old
Animal
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
with
strong
emphasis
.
‘
It
’
s
very
much
to
be
wished
that
some
mothers
would
leave
their
daughters
alone
after
marriage
,
and
not
be
so
violently
affectionate
.
They
seem
to
think
the
only
return
that
can
be
made
them
for
bringing
an
unfortunate
young
woman
into
the
world
—
God
bless
my
soul
,
as
if
she
asked
to
be
brought
,
or
wanted
to
come
!
—
is
full
liberty
to
worry
her
out
of
it
again
.
What
are
you
thinking
of
,
Trot
?
’
I
was
thinking
of
all
that
had
been
said
.
My
mind
was
still
running
on
some
of
the
expressions
used
.
‘
There
can
be
no
disparity
in
marriage
like
unsuitability
of
mind
and
purpose
’
‘
The
first
mistaken
impulse
of
an
undisciplined
heart
.
’
‘
My
love
was
founded
on
a
rock
.
’
But
we
were
at
home
;
and
the
trodden
leaves
were
lying
under
-
foot
,
and
the
autumn
wind
was
blowing
.
Imust
have
been
married
,
if
I
may
trust
to
my
imperfect
memory
for
dates
,
about
a
year
or
so
,
when
one
evening
,
as
I
was
returning
from
a
solitary
walk
,
thinking
of
the
book
I
was
then
writing
—
for
my
success
had
steadily
increased
with
my
steady
application
,
and
I
was
engaged
at
that
time
upon
my
first
work
of
fiction
—
I
came
past
Mrs
.
Steerforth
’
s
house
.
I
had
often
passed
it
before
,
during
my
residence
in
that
neighbourhood
,
though
never
when
I
could
choose
another
road
.
Howbeit
,
it
did
sometimes
happen
that
it
was
not
easy
to
find
another
,
without
making
a
long
circuit
;
and
so
I
had
passed
that
way
,
upon
the
whole
,
pretty
often
.
I
had
never
done
more
than
glance
at
the
house
,
as
I
went
by
with
a
quickened
step
.
It
had
been
uniformly
gloomy
and
dull
.
None
of
the
best
rooms
abutted
on
the
road
;
and
the
narrow
,
heavily
-
framed
old
-
fashioned
windows
,
never
cheerful
under
any
circumstances
,
looked
very
dismal
,
close
shut
,
and
with
their
blinds
always
drawn
down
.
There
was
a
covered
way
across
a
little
paved
court
,
to
an
entrance
that
was
never
used
;
and
there
was
one
round
staircase
window
,
at
odds
with
all
the
rest
,
and
the
only
one
unshaded
by
a
blind
,
which
had
the
same
unoccupied
blank
look
.
I
do
not
remember
that
I
ever
saw
a
light
in
all
the
house
.
If
I
had
been
a
casual
passer
-
by
,
I
should
have
probably
supposed
that
some
childless
person
lay
dead
in
it
.
If
I
had
happily
possessed
no
knowledge
of
the
place
,
and
had
seen
it
often
in
that
changeless
state
,
I
should
have
pleased
my
fancy
with
many
ingenious
speculations
,
I
dare
say
.
As
it
was
,
I
thought
as
little
of
it
as
I
might
.
But
my
mind
could
not
go
by
it
and
leave
it
,
as
my
body
did
;
and
it
usually
awakened
a
long
train
of
meditations
.
Coming
before
me
,
on
this
particular
evening
that
I
mention
,
mingled
with
the
childish
recollections
and
later
fancies
,
the
ghosts
of
half
-
formed
hopes
,
the
broken
shadows
of
disappointments
dimly
seen
and
understood
,
the
blending
of
experience
and
imagination
,
incidental
to
the
occupation
with
which
my
thoughts
had
been
busy
,
it
was
more
than
commonly
suggestive
.
I
fell
into
a
brown
study
as
I
walked
on
,
and
a
voice
at
my
side
made
me
start
.
It
was
a
woman
’
s
voice
,
too
.
I
was
not
long
in
recollecting
Mrs
.
Steerforth
’
s
little
parlour
-
maid
,
who
had
formerly
worn
blue
ribbons
in
her
cap
.
She
had
taken
them
out
now
,
to
adapt
herself
,
I
suppose
,
to
the
altered
character
of
the
house
;
and
wore
but
one
or
two
disconsolate
bows
of
sober
brown
.
