The time came in its season, and that was very soon, when I almost wondered that nothing troubled his repose, as I looked at him. But he slept⁠—let me think of him so again⁠—as I had often seen him sleep at school; and thus, in this silent hour, I left him.

—Never more, oh God forgive you, Steerforth! to touch that passive hand in love and friendship. Never, never more!