yours；　Miss　Traddles。　As　to　his　situation—which　was　a　precious
  one；　wasn’t　it？—do　you　suppose　I　am　not　going　to　write　home；　and
  take　care　that　he　gets　some　money？　Polly？’
  We　thought　this　intention　very　noble　in　Steerforth；　whose
  mother　was　a　widow；　and　rich；　and　would　do　almost　anything；　it
  was　said；　that　he　asked　her。　We　were　all　extremely　glad　to　see
  Traddles　so　put　down；　and　exalted　Steerforth　to　the　skies：
  especially　when　he　told　us；　as　he　condescended　to　do；　that　what　he
  had　done　had　been　done　expressly　for　us；　and　for　our　cause；　and
  that　he　had　conferred　a　great　boon　upon　us　by　unselfishly　doing　it。
  But　I　must　say　that　when　I　was　going　on　with　a　story　in　the　dark
  that　night；　Mr。　Mell’s　old　flute　seemed　more　than　once　to　sound
  mournfully　in　my　ears；　and　that　when　at　last　Steerforth　was　tired；
  and　I　lay　down　in　my　bed；　I　fancied　it　playing　so　sorrowfully
  somewhere；　that　I　was　quite　wretched。
  I　soon　forgot　him　in　the　contemplation　of　Steerforth；　who；　in　an
  easy　amateur　way；　and　without　any　book　（he　seemed　to　me　to
  know　everything　by　heart）；　took　some　of　his　classes　until　a　new
  master　was　found。　The　new　master　came　from　a　grammar　school；
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  and　before　he　entered　on　his　duties；　dined　in　the　parlour　one　day；
  to　be　introduced　to　Steerforth。　Steerforth　approved　of　him　highly；
  and　told　us　he　was　a　Brick。　Without　exactly　understanding　what
  learned　distinction　was　meant　by　this；　I　respected　him　greatly　for
  it；　and　had　no　doubt　whatever　of　his　superior　knowledge：　though
  he　never　took　the　pains　with　me—not　that　I　was　anybody—that
  Mr。　Mell　had　taken。
  There　was　only　one　other　event　in　this　half…year；　out　of　the　daily
  school…life；　that　made　an　impression　upon　me　which　still　survives。
  It　survives　for　many　reasons。
  One　afternoon；　when　we　were　all　harassed　into　a　state　of　dire
  confusion；　and　Mr。　Creakle　was　laying　about　him　dreadfully；
  Tungay　came　in；　and　called　out　in　his　usual　strong　way：　‘Visitors
  for　Copperfield！’
  A　few　words　were　interchanged　between　him　and　Mr。　Creakle；
  as；　who　the　visitors　were；　and　what　room　they　were　to　be　shown
  into；　and　then　I；　who　had；　according　to　custom；　stood　up　on　the
  announcement　being　made；　and　felt　quite　faint　with　astonishment；
  was　told　to　go　by　the　back　stairs　and　get　a　clean　frill　on；　before　I
  repaired　to　the　dining…room。　These　orders　I　obeyed；　in　such　a
  flutter　and　hurry　of　my　young　spirits　as　I　had　never　known　before；
  and　when　I　got　to　the　parlour　door；　and　the　thought　came　into　my
  head　that　it　might　be　my　mother—I　had　only　thought　of　Mr。　or
  Miss　Murdstone　until　then—I　drew　back　my　hand　from　the　lock；
  and　stopped　to　have　a　sob　before　I　went　in。
  At　first　I　saw　nobody；　but　feeling　a　pressure　against　the　door；　I
  looked　round　it；　and　there；　to　my　amazement；　were　Mr。　Peggotty
  and　Ham；　ducking　at　me　with　their　hats；　and　squeezing　one
  another　against　the　wall。　I　could　not　help　laughing；　but　it　was
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  much　more　in　the　pleasure　of　seeing　them；　than　at　the　appearance
  they　made。　We　shook　hands　in　a　very　cordial　way；　and　I　laughed
  and　laughed；　until　I　pulled　out　my　pocket…handkerchief　and　wiped
  my　eyes。
  Mr。　Peggotty　（who　never　shut　his　mouth　once；　I　remember；
  during　the　visit）　showed　great　concern　when　he　saw　me　do　this；
  and　nudged　Ham　to　say　something。
  ‘Cheer　up；　Mas’r　Davy　bor’！’　said　Ham；　in　his　simpering　way。
  ‘Why；　how　you　have　growed！’
  ‘Am　I　grown？’　I　said；　drying　my　eyes。　I　was　not　crying　at
  anything　in　particular　that　I　know　of；　but　somehow　it　made　me
  cry；　to　see　old　friends。
  ‘Growed；　Mas’r　Davy　bor’？　Ain’t　he　growed！’　said　Ham。
  ‘Ain’t　he　growed！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。
  They　made　me　laugh　again　by　laughing　at　each　other；　and　then
  we　all　three　laughed　until　I　was　in　danger　of　crying　again。
  ‘Do　you　know　how　mama　is；　Mr。　Peggotty？’　I　said。　‘And　how　my
  dear；　dear；　old　Peggotty　is？’
  ‘Oncommon；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。
  ‘And　little　Em’ly；　and　Mrs。　Gummidge？’
  ‘On—common；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。
  There　was　a　silence。　Mr。　Peggotty；　to　relieve　it；　took　two
  prodigious　lobsters；　and　an　enormous　crab；　and　a　large　canvas　bag
  of　shrimps；　out　of　his　pockets；　and　piled　them　up　in　Ham’s　arms。
  ‘You　see；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　‘knowing　as　you　was　partial　to　a
  little　relish　with　your　wittles　when　you　was　along　with　us；　we　took
  the　liberty。　The　old　Mawther　biled　’em；　she　did。　Mrs。　Gummidge
  biled　’em。　Yes；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　slowly；　who　I　thought　appeared
  to　stick　to　the　subject　on　account　of　having　no　other　subject　ready；
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  ‘Mrs。　Gummidge；　I　do　assure　you；　she　biled　’em。’
  I　expressed　my　thanks；　and　Mr。　Peggotty；　after　looking　at　Ham；
  who　stood　smiling　sheepishly　over　the　shellfish；　without　making
  any　attempt　to　help　him；　said：
  ‘We　come；　you　see；　the　wind　and　tide　making　in　our　favour；　in
  one　of　our　Yarmouth　lugs　to　Gravesen’。　My　sister　she　wrote　to　me
  the　name　of　this　here　place；　and　wrote　to　me　as　if　ever　I　chanced　to
  come　to　Gravesen’；　I　was　to　come　over　and　inquire　for　Mas’r　Davy
  and　give　her　dooty；　humbly　wishing　him　well　and　reporting　of　the
  fam’ly　as　they　was　oncommon　toe…be…sure。　Little　Em’ly；　you　see；
  she’ll　write　to　my　sister　when　I　go　back；　as　I　see　you　and　as　you
  was　similarly　oncommon；　and　so　we　make　it　quite　a　merry…gorounder。’
  I　was　obliged　to　consider　a　little　before　I　understood　what　Mr。
  Peggotty　meant　by　this　figure；　expressive　of　a　complete　circle　of
  intelligence。　I　then　thanked　him　heartily；　and　said；　with　a
  consciousness　of　reddening；　that　I　supposed　little　Em’ly　was
  altered　too；　since　we　used　to　pick　up　shells　and　pebbles　on　the
  beach？
  ‘She’s　getting　to　be　a　woman；　that’s　wot　she’s　getting　to　be；’　said
  Mr。　Peggotty。　‘Ask　him。’
  He　meant　Ham；　who　beamed　with　delight　and　assent　over　the
  bag　of　shrimps。
  ‘Her　pretty　face！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　with　his　own　shining　like　a
  light。
  ‘Her　learning！’　said　Ham。
  ‘Her　writing！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。　‘Why　it’s　as　black　as　jet！　And　so
  large　it　is；　you　might　see　it　anywheres。’
  It　was　perfectly　delightful　to　behold　with　what　enthusiasm　Mr。
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  Peggotty　became　inspired　when　he　thought　of　his　little　favourite。
  He　stands　before　me　again；　his　bluff　hairy　face　irradiating　with　a
  joyful　love　and　pride；　for　which　I　can　find　no　description。　His
  honest　eyes　fire　up；　and　sparkle；　as　if　their　depths　were　stirred　by
  something　bright。　His　broad　chest　heaves　with　pleasure。　His
  strong　loose　hands　clench　themselves；　in　his　earnestness；　and　he
  emphasizes　what　he　says　with　a　right　arm　that　shows；　in　my　pigmy
  view；　like　a　sledge…hammer。
  Ham　was　quite　as　earnest　as　he。　I　dare　say　they　would　have　said
  much　more　about　her；　if　they　had　not　been　abashed　by　the
  unexpected　coming　in　of　Steerforth；　who；　seeing　me　in　a　corner
  speaking　with　two　strangers；　stopped　in　a　song　he　was　singing；
  and　said：　‘I　didn’t　know　you　were　here；　young　Copperfield！’　（for　it
  was　not　the　usual　visiting　room）　and　crossed　by　us　on　his　way　out。
  I　am　not　sure　whether　it　was　in　the　pride　of　having　such　a
  friend　as　Steerforth；　or　in　the　desire　to　explain　to　him　how　I　came
  to　have　such　a　friend　as　Mr。　Peggotty；　that　I　called　to　him　as　he
  was　going　away。　But　I　said；　modestly—Good　Heaven；　how　it　all
  comes　back　to　me　this　long　time　afterwards！—
  ‘Don’t　go；　Steerforth；　if　you　please。　These　are　two　Yarmouth
  boatmen—very　kind；　good　people—who　are　relations　of　my　nurse；
  and　have　come　from　Gravesend　to　see　me。’
  ‘Aye；　aye？’　said　Steerforth；　returning。　‘I　am　glad　to　see　them。
  How　are　you　both？’
  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
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  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