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.
One dark evening, when I was later than usual - for I had, that
day, been making my parting visit to Blunderstone, as we were now about
to return home - I found him alone in Mr. Peggotty's house, sitting
thoughtfully before the fire. He was so intent buy anabolics online upon his own reflections
that he was quite unconscious of my approach. This, indeed, he might
easily have been if he had been less absorbed, for footsteps fell
noiselessly on the sandy ground outside; but even my entrance failed to
rouse him. I was standing close to him, looking at him; and still, with
a heavy brow, he was lost in his meditations.
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