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about our place；—we shall be glad for you to stop as long as you
like。’
I thank Mr。 Chestle warmly； and shake hands。 I think I am in a
happy dream。 I waltz with the eldest Miss Larkins once again。 She
says I waltz so well！ I go home in a state of unspeakable bliss； and
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waltz in imagination； all night long； with my arm round the blue
waist of my dear divinity。 For some days afterwards； I am lost in
rapturous reflections； but I neither see her in the street； nor when
I call。 I am imperfectly consoled for this disappointment by the
sacred pledge； the perished flower。
‘Trotwood；’ says Agnes； one day after dinner。 ‘Who do you think
is going to be married tomorrow？ Someone you admire。’
‘Not you； I suppose； Agnes？’
‘Not me！’ raising her cheerful face from the music she is
copying。 ‘Do you hear him； Papa？—The eldest Miss Larkins。’
‘To—to Captain Bailey？’ I have just enough power to ask。
‘No； to no Captain。 To Mr。 Chestle； a hop…grower。’
I am terribly dejected for about a week or two。 I take off my
ring； I wear my worst clothes； I use no bear’s grease； and I
frequently lament over the late Miss Larkins’s faded flower。 Being；
by that time； rather tired of this kind of life； and having received
new provocation from the butcher； I throw the flower away； go out
with the butcher； and gloriously defeat him。
This； and the resumption of my ring； as well as of the bear’s
grease in moderation； are the last marks I can discern； now； in my
progress to seventeen。
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Chapter 19
I LOOK ABOUT ME； AND MAKE A DISCOVERY
Iam doubtful whether I was at heart glad or sorry； when my
school…days drew to an end； and the time came for my leaving
Doctor Strong’s。 I had been very happy there； I had a great
attachment for the Doctor； and I was eminent and distinguished in
that little world。 For these reasons I was sorry to go； but for other
reasons； unsubstantial enough； I was glad。 Misty ideas of being a
young man at my own disposal； of the importance attaching to a
young man at his own disposal； of the wonderful things to be seen
and done by that magnificent animal； and the wonderful effects he
could not fail to make upon society； lured me away。 So powerful
were these visionary considerations in my boyish mind； that I
seem； according to my present way of thinking； to have left school
without natural regret。 The separation has not made the
impression on me； that other separations have。 I try in vain to
recall how I felt about it； and what its circumstances were； but it is
not momentous in my recollection。 I suppose the opening prospect
confused me。 I know that my juvenile experiences went for little or
nothing then； and that life was more like a great fairy story； which
I was just about to begin to read； than anything else。
My aunt and I had held many grave deliberations on the calling
to which I should be devoted。 For a year or more I had
endeavoured to find a satisfactory answer to her often…repeated
question； ‘What I would like to be？’ But I had no particular liking；
that I could discover； for anything。 If I could have been inspired
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with a knowledge of the science of navigation； taken the command
of a fast…sailing expedition； and gone round the world on a
triumphant voyage of discovery； I think I might have considered
myself completely suited。 But； in the absence of any such
miraculous provision； my desire was to apply myself to some
pursuit that would not lie too heavily upon her purse； and to do
my duty in it； whatever it might be。
Mr。 Dick had regularly assisted at our councils； with a
meditative and sage demeanour。 He never made a suggestion but
once； and on that occasion （I don’t know what put it in his head）；
he suddenly proposed that I should be ‘a Brazier’。 My aunt
received this proposal so very ungraciously； that he never
ventured on a second； but ever afterwards confined himself to
looking watchfully at her for her suggestions； and rattling his
money。
‘Trot； I tell you what； my dear；’ said my aunt； one morning in
the Christmas season when I left school： ‘as this knotty point is
still unsettled； and as we must not make a mistake in our decision
if we can help it； I think we had better take a little breathing…time。
In the meanwhile； you must try to look at it from a new point of
view； and not as a schoolboy。’
‘I will； aunt。’
‘It has occurred to me；’ pursued my aunt； ‘that a little change；
and a glimpse of life out of doors； may be useful in helping you to
know your own mind； and form a cooler judgement。 Suppose you
were to go down into the old part of the country again； for
instance； and see that—that out…of…the…way woman with the
savagest of names；’ said my aunt； rubbing her nose； for she could
never thoroughly forgive Peggotty for being so called。
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‘Of all things in the world； aunt； I should like it best！’
‘Well；’ said my aunt； ‘that’s lucky； for I should like it too。 But it’s
natural and rational that you should like it。 And I am very well
persuaded that whatever you do； Trot； will always be natural and
rational。’
‘I hope so； aunt。’
‘Your sister； Betsey Trotwood；’ said my aunt； ‘would have been
as natural and rational a girl as ever breathed。 You’ll be worthy of
her； won’t you？’
‘I hope I shall be worthy of you； aunt。 That will be enough for
me。’
‘It’s a mercy that poor dear baby of a mother of yours didn’t
live；’ said my aunt； looking at me approvingly； ‘or she’d have been
so vain of her boy by this time； that her soft little head would have
been completely turned； if there was anything of it left to turn。’
（My aunt always excused any weakness of her own in my behalf；
by transferring it in this way to my poor mother。） ‘Bless me；
Trotwood； how you do remind me of her！’
‘Pleasantly； I hope； aunt？’ said I。
‘He’s as like her； Dick；’ said my aunt； emphatically； ‘he’s as like
her； as she was that afternoon before she began to fret—bless my
heart； he’s as like her； as he can look at me out of his two eyes！’
‘Is he indeed？’ said Mr。 Dick。
‘And he’s like David； too；’ said my aunt； decisively。
‘He is very like David！’ said Mr。 Dick。
‘But what I want you to be； Trot；’ resumed my aunt； ‘—I don’t
mean physically； but morally； you are very well physically—is； a
firm fellow。 A fine firm fellow； with a will of your own。 With
resolution；’ said my aunt； shaking her cap at me； and clenching
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her hand。 ‘With determination。 With character； Trot—with
strength of character that is not to be influenced； except on good
reason； by anybody； or by anything。 That’s what I want you to be。
That’s what your father and mother might both have been；
Heaven knows； and been the better for it。’
I intimated