It was with a singular jumble of sadness and pleasure that I used to
linger about my native place, until the reddening winter sun admonished
me that it was time to start on my returning walk. But, when the place
was left behind, and especially when Steerforth and I were happily
seated over our dinner by a blazing fire, it was delicious to think of
having been there. So it was, though in a softened degree, when I went
to my neat room at night; and, turning over the leaves of the
crocodile-book (which was always there, upon a little table), remembered
with a grateful heart how blest I was in having such a friend as
Steerforth, such a friend buy steroids online as Peggotty, and such a substitute for what I
had lost as my excellent and generous aunt.
MY nearest way to Yarmouth, in coming back from these long walks,
was by a ferry. It landed me on the flat between the town and the sea,
which I could make straight across, and so save myself a considerable
circuit by the high road. Mr. Peggotty's house being on that
waste-place, and not a hundred yards out of my track, I always looked in
as I went by. Steerforth was pretty sure to be there expecting me, and
we went on together through the frosty air and gathering fog towards
the twinkling lights of the town.
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