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¡¡¡¡'Sir,' said he, with tears starting to his weather-beaten face, which, with his trembling lips, was ashy pale, 'will you come over yonder?' ¡¡¡¡The old remembrance that had been recalled to me, was in his look. I asked him, terror-stricken, leaning on the arm he held out to support me: ¡¡¡¡'Has a body come ashore?' ¡¡¡¡He said, 'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡'Do I know it?' I asked then. ¡¡¡¡He answered nothing. ¡¡¡¡But he led me to the shore. And on that part of it where she and I had looked for shells, two children - on that p
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art of it where some lighter fragments of the old boat, blown down last night, had been scattered by the wind - among the ruins of the home he had wronged - I saw him lying with his head upon his arm, as I had often seen him lie at school. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡CHAPTER 56 THE NEW WOUND, AND THE OLD ¡¡¡¡No need, O Steerforth, to have said, when we last spoke together, in that hour which I so little deemed to be our parting-hour - no need to have said, 'Think of me at my best!' I had done that ever; and could I change now, looking on this sight!