Do you stay long here, Littimer?' said I, as he stood waiting to see the coach start. ¡¡¡¡'No, sir,' he replied; 'probably not very long, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'He can hardly say, just now,' observed Steerforth, carelessly. 'He knows what he has to do, and he'll do it.' ¡¡¡¡'That I am sure he will,' said I. ¡¡¡¡Littimer touched his hat in acknowledgement of my good opinion, and I felt about eight years old. He touched it once more, wishing us a good journey; and we left him standing on the pavement, as respectable a mystery as any pyramid in Egypt.
¡¡¡¡For some little time we held no conversation, Steerforth being unusually silent, and I being sufficiently engaged in wondering, within myself, when I should see the old places again, and what new changes might happen to me or them in the meanwhile. At length Steerforth, becoming gay and talkative in a moment, as he could become anything he liked at any moment, pulled me by the arm:
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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting"
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