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There
was
an
ease
in
his
manner
—
a
gay
and
light
manner
it
was
,
but
not
swaggering
—
which
I
still
believe
to
have
borne
a
kind
of
enchantment
with
it
.
I
still
believe
him
,
in
virtue
of
this
carriage
,
his
animal
spirits
,
his
delightful
voice
,
his
handsome
face
and
figure
,
and
,
for
aught
I
know
,
of
some
inborn
power
of
attraction
besides
(
which
I
think
a
few
people
possess
)
,
to
have
carried
a
spell
with
him
to
which
it
was
a
natural
weakness
to
yield
,
and
which
not
many
persons
could
withstand
.
I
could
not
but
see
how
pleased
they
were
with
him
,
and
how
they
seemed
to
open
their
hearts
to
him
in
a
moment
.
‘
You
must
let
them
know
at
home
,
if
you
please
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
’
I
said
,
‘
when
that
letter
is
sent
,
that
Mr
.
Steerforth
is
very
kind
to
me
,
and
that
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
should
ever
do
here
without
him
.
’
‘
Nonsense
!
’
said
Steerforth
,
laughing
.
‘
You
mustn
’
t
tell
them
anything
of
the
sort
.
’
‘
And
if
Mr
.
Steerforth
ever
comes
into
Norfolk
or
Suffolk
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
’
I
said
,
‘
while
I
am
there
,
you
may
depend
upon
it
I
shall
bring
him
to
Yarmouth
,
if
he
will
let
me
,
to
see
your
house
.
You
never
saw
such
a
good
house
,
Steerforth
.
It
’
s
made
out
of
a
boat
!
’
‘
Made
out
of
a
boat
,
is
it
?
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
It
’
s
the
right
sort
of
a
house
for
such
a
thorough
-
built
boatman
.
’
‘
So
’
tis
,
sir
,
so
’
tis
,
sir
,
’
said
Ham
,
grinning
.
‘
You
’
re
right
,
young
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
!
Mas
’
r
Davy
bor
’
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
’
s
right
.
A
thorough
-
built
boatman
!
Hor
,
hor
!
That
’
s
what
he
is
,
too
!
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
was
no
less
pleased
than
his
nephew
,
though
his
modesty
forbade
him
to
claim
a
personal
compliment
so
vociferously
.
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
he
said
,
bowing
and
chuckling
,
and
tucking
in
the
ends
of
his
neckerchief
at
his
breast
:
‘
I
thankee
,
sir
,
I
thankee
!
I
do
my
endeavours
in
my
line
of
life
,
sir
.
’
‘
The
best
of
men
can
do
no
more
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
He
had
got
his
name
already
.
