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‘Oh； of course！ It’s no fun；’ said Steerforth； ‘unless we take them
by surprise。 Let us see the natives in their aboriginal condition。’
‘Though they are that sort of people that you mentioned；’ I
returned。
‘Aha！ What！ you recollect my skirmishes with Rosa； do you？’ he
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exclaimed with a quick look。 ‘Confound the girl； I am half afraid of
her。 She’s like a goblin to me。 But never mind her。 Now what are
you going to do？ You are going to see your nurse； I suppose？’
‘Why； yes；’ I said； ‘I must see Peggotty first of all。’
‘Well；’ replied Steerforth； looking at his watch。 ‘Suppose I
deliver you up to be cried over for a couple of hours。 Is that long
enough？’
I answered； laughing； that I thought we might get through it in
that time； but that he must come also； for he would find that his
renown had preceded him； and that he was almost as great a
personage as I was。
‘I’ll come anywhere you like；’ said Steerforth； ‘or do anything
you like。 Tell me where to come to； and in two hours I’ll produce
myself in any state you please； sentimental or comical。’
I gave him minute directions for finding the residence of Mr。
Barkis； carrier to Blunderstone and elsewhere； and； on this
understanding； went out alone。 There was a sharp bracing air； the
ground was dry； the sea was crisp and clear； the sun was diffusing
abundance of light； if not much warmth； and everything was fresh
and lively。 I was so fresh and lively myself； in the pleasure of being
there； that I could have stopped the people in the streets and
shaken hands with them。
The streets looked small； of course。 The streets that we have
only seen as children always do； I believe； when we go back to
them。 But I had forgotten nothing in them； and found nothing
changed； until I came to Mr。 Omer’s shop。 OMER AND JORAM
was now written up； where OMER used to be； but the inscription；
DRAPER； TAILOR； HABERDASHER； FUNERAL FURNISHER；
&c。； remained as it was。
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My footsteps seemed to tend so naturally to the shop door； after
I had read these words from over the way； that I went across the
road and looked in。 There was a pretty woman at the back of the
shop； dancing a little child in her arms； while another little fellow
clung to her apron。 I had no difficulty in recognizing either Minnie
or Minnie’s children。 The glass door of the parlour was not open；
but in the workshop across the yard I could faintly hear the old
tune playing； as if it had never left off。
‘Is Mr。 Omer at home？’ said I； entering。 ‘I should like to see
him； for a moment； if he is。’
‘Oh yes； sir； he is at home；’ said Minnie； ‘the weather don’t suit
his asthma out of doors。 Joe； call your grandfather！’
The little fellow； who was holding her apron； gave such a lusty
shout； that the sound of it made him bashful； and he buried his
face in her skirts； to her great admiration。 I heard a heavy puffing
and blowing coming towards us； and soon Mr。 Omer； shorter…
winded than of yore； but not much older…looking； stood before me。
‘Servant； sir；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘What can I do for you； sir？’
‘You can shake hands with me； Mr。 Omer； if you please；’ said I；
putting out my own。 ‘You were very good…natured to me once；
when I am afraid I didn’t show that I thought so。’
‘Was I though？’ returned the old man。 ‘I’m glad to hear it； but I
don’t remember when。 Are you sure it was me？’
‘Quite。’
‘I think my memory has got as short as my breath；’ said Mr。
Omer； looking at me and shaking his head； ‘for I don’t remember
you。’
‘Don’t you remember your coming to the coach to meet me； and
my having breakfast here； and our riding out to Blunderstone
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together： you； and I； and Mrs。 Joram； and Mr。 Joram too—who
wasn’t her husband then？’
‘Why； Lord bless my soul！’ exclaimed Mr。 Omer； after being
thrown by his surprise into a fit of coughing； ‘you don’t say so！
Minnie； my dear； you recollect？ Dear me； yes； the party was a lady；
I think？’
‘My mother；’ I rejoined。
‘To—be—sure；’ said Mr。 Omer； touching my waistcoat with his
forefinger； ‘and there was a little child too！ There was two parties。
The little party was laid along with the other party。 Over at
Blunderstone it was； of course。 Dear me！ And how have you been
since？’
Very well； I thanked him； as I hoped he had been too。
‘Oh！ nothing to grumble at； you know；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘I find
my breath gets short； but it seldom gets longer as a man gets older。
I take it as it comes； and make the most of it。 That’s the best way；
ain’t it？’
Mr。 Omer coughed again； in consequence of laughing； and was
assisted out of his fit by his daughter； who now stood close beside
us； dancing her smallest child on the counter。
‘Dear me！’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘Yes； to be sure。 Two parties！ Why； in
that very ride； if you’ll believe me； the day was named for my
Minnie to marry Joram。 “Do name it； sir；” says Joram。 “Yes； do；
father；” says Minnie。 And now he’s come into the business。 And
look here！ The youngest！’
Minnie laughed； and stroked her banded hair upon her
temples； as her father put one of his fat fingers into the hand of the
child she was dancing on the counter。
‘Two parties； of course！’ said Mr。 Omer； nodding his head
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retrospectively。 ‘Ex…actly so！ And Joram’s at work； at this minute；
on a grey one with silver nails； not this measurement’—the
measurement of the dancing child upon the counter—‘by a good
two inches。—Will you take something？’
I thanked him； but declined。
‘Let me see；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘Barkis’s the carrier’s wife—
Peggotty’s the boatman’s sister—she had something to do with
your family？ She was in service there； sure？’
My answering in the affirmative gave him great satisfaction。
‘I believe my breath will get long next； my memory’s getting so
much so；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘Well； sir； we’ve got a young relation of
hers here； under articles to us； that has as elegant a taste in the
dress…making business—I assure you I don’t believe there’s a
Duchess in England can touch her。’
‘Not little Em’ly？’ said I； involuntarily。
‘Em’ly’s her name；’ said Mr。 Omer； ‘and she’s little too。 But if
you’ll believe me； she has such a face of her own that half the
women in this town are mad against her。’
‘Nonsense； father！’ cried Minnie。
‘My dear；’ said Mr。 Omer； ‘I don’t say it’s the case with you；’
winking at me； ‘but I say that half the women in Yarmouth—ah！
and in five mile round—are mad against that girl。’
‘Then she should have kept to her own station in life； father；’
said Minnie； ‘and not have given them any hold to talk about her；
and then they couldn’t have done it。’
‘Couldn’t have done it； my dear！’ retorted Mr。 Omer。 ‘Couldn’t
have done it！ Is that your kn