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There ain't a child in Yarmouth that don't know him.
He gathered up the letters thoughtfully, smoothing them with his hand, put them into their little bundle, and placed it tenderly in his breast again.
The face was gone from the door.
I still saw the snow drifting in, but nothing else was there.
Well, he said, looking to his bag.
Haven't seen you tonight, Master Davy, and that does me good.
I shall away betimes tomorrow morning.
You have seen what I've got here.
Putting his hand on where the little packet lay.
All that troubles me is to think that any harm might come to me afore that money was give back.
If I was to die, and it was lost or stole or elseways made away with, and it was never knowed by him but what I'd took it, I believe the t'other world wouldn't hold me.
I believe I must come back.
He's saying if he dies before giving the money back to Steerforth because he refuses to accept anything from him, then he'll probably come back to life so that he can give it back.
He rose, and I rose too.
We grasped each other by the hand again before going out.
I'd go ten thousand mile, he said.
I'd go till I dropped dead to lay that money down afore him.
If I do that and find my Emily, I'm content.
If I don't find her, maybe she'll come to here sometime as her loving uncle only ended his search for her when he ended his life.
And if I know her, even that will turn her home at last.