of girl. I should have liked to know her. Good night, young him not - drank it, and fell dead. It was too old for him. It He bites. There was one boy - a certain J. Steerforth - who cut good deal though I was much less brave than Traddles, and nothingGood-bye, Younghimnot! What sad fate to befall one.
No doubt we shall hear about that (un)certain J. Steerforth and Traddles and what became of him (her?) in future spam.
And who is the elusive "I" of the poem?