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Dickens and Styrforth
A fisherman who had known me when Emily and I were children whispered my name at the door, would you come over yonder? The old remembrance that had been recalled to me was in his look. Has a body come ashore? Yes. Do I know it? He answered nothing, but he led me to the shore. Among the ruins of the home he had wronged. I saw him, lying with his head upon his arm. As I had so often seen him lie at school, step forth. Thank you very much. We had you, we had Dickens, and we had Styrforth. Wow.