? ? ? ? Again I looked at her, again I listened to her after she was silent, and again his image, though it was still fixed in my heart, darkened.
? ? ? ? 'I am not so unreasonable as to expect,' said Agnes, resuming her usual tone, after a little while, 'that you will, or that you can, at once, change any sentiment that has become a conviction to you; least of all a sentiment that is rooted in your trusting disposition. You ought not hastily to do that. I only ask you, Trotwood, if you ever think of me - I mean,' with a quiet smile, for I was going to interrupt her, and she knew why, 'as often as you think of me - to think of what I have said. Do you forgive me for all this?'
? ? ? ? 'I will forgive you, Agnes,' I replied, 'when you come to do Steerforth justice, and to like him as well as I do.'
? ? ? ? 'Not until then?' said Agnes.
? ? ? ? I saw a passing shadow on her face when I made this mention of him, but she returned my smile, and we were again as unreserved in our mutual confidence as of old.
? ? ? ? 'And when, Agnes,' said I, 'will you forgive me the other night?'
? ? ? ? 'When I recall it,' said Agnes.
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