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'He can hardly say, just now,' observed Steerforth, carelessly. 'He knows what he has to do, and he'll do it.' 'That I am sure he will,' said I. Littimer touched his hat in acknowledgement of my good opinion, and I felt about eight years old. He touched it once more, wishing us a good journey; and we left him standing on the pavement, as respectable a mystery as any pyramid in Egypt. For some little time we held no conversation, Steerforth being unusually silent, and I being sufficiently engaged in wondering, within myself, when I should see the old places again, and what new changes might happen to me or them in the meanwhile. At length Steerforth, becoming gay and talkative in a moment, as he could become anything he liked at any moment, pulled me by the arm: 'Find a voice, David. What about that letter you were speaking of at breakfast?' 'Oh!' said I, taking it out of my pocket. 'It's from my aunt.' 'And what does she say, requiring consideration?' 'Why, she reminds me, Steerforth,' said I, 'that I came out on this expedition to look about me, and to think a little.' 'Which, of course, you have done?' 'Indeed I can't say I have, particularly. To tell you the truth, I am afraid I have forgotten it.' 'Well! look about you now, and make up for your negligence,' said Steerforth. 'Look to the right, and you'll see a flat country, with a good deal of marsh in it; look to the left, and you'll see the same. Look to the front, and you'll find no difference; look to the rear, and there it is still.' I laughed, and replied that I saw no suitable profession in the whole prospect; which was perhaps to be attributed to its flatness. 'What says our aunt on the subject?' inquired Steerforth, glancing at the letter in my hand. 'Does she suggest anything?' 'Why, yes,' said I. 'She asks me, here, if I think I should like |
