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My ‘First Half’ at Salem House

           Howareyouboth?’

           Therewasaneaseinhismanneragayandlightmanneritwas,butnotswaggeringwhichIstillbelievetohaveborneakindofenchantmentwithit.Istillbelievehim,invirtueofthiscarriage,hisanimalspirits,hisdelightfulvoice,hishandsomefaceandfigure,and,foraughtIknow,ofsomeinbornpowerofattractionbesides(whichIthinkafewpeoplepossess),tohavecarriedaspellwithhimtowhichitwasanaturalweaknesstoyield,andwhichnotmanypersonscouldwithstand.Icouldnotbutseehowpleasedtheywerewithhim,andhowtheyseemedtoopentheirheartstohiminamoment.

           ‘Youmustletthemknowathome,ifyouplease,Mr.Peggotty,’Isaid,‘whenthatletterissent,thatMr.Steerforthisverykindtome,andthatIdon’tknowwhatIshouldeverdoherewithouthim.’

           ‘Nonsense!’saidSteerforth,laughing.‘Youmustn’ttellthemanythingofthesort.’

           ‘AndifMr.SteerforthevercomesintoNorfolkorSuffolk,Mr.Peggotty,’Isaid,‘whileIamthere,youmaydependuponitIshallbringhimtoYarmouth,ifhewillletme,toseeyourhouse.Youneversawsuchagoodhouse,Steerforth.It’smadeoutofaboat!’

           ‘Madeoutofaboat,isit?’saidSteerforth.‘It’stherightsortofahouseforsuchathorough-builtboatman.’

           ‘So’tis,sir,so’tis,sir,’saidHam,grinning.‘You’reright,younggen’l’m’n!Mas’rDavybor’,gen’l’m’n’sright.

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