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While
we
were
at
table
,
I
thought
it
a
favourable
occasion
to
tell
Peggotty
about
Mr
.
Barkis
,
who
,
before
I
had
finished
what
I
had
to
tell
her
,
began
to
laugh
,
and
throw
her
apron
over
her
face
.
‘
Peggotty
,
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
Peggotty
only
laughed
the
more
,
and
held
her
apron
tight
over
her
face
when
my
mother
tried
to
pull
it
away
,
and
sat
as
if
her
head
were
in
a
bag
.
‘
What
are
you
doing
,
you
stupid
creature
?
’
said
my
mother
,
laughing
.
‘
Oh
,
drat
the
man
!
’
cried
Peggotty
.
‘
He
wants
to
marry
me
.
’
‘
It
would
be
a
very
good
match
for
you
;
wouldn
’
t
it
?
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
Oh
!
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
Don
’
t
ask
me
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
him
if
he
was
made
of
gold
.
Nor
I
wouldn
’
t
have
anybody
.
’
‘
Then
,
why
don
’
t
you
tell
him
so
,
you
ridiculous
thing
?
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
Tell
him
so
,
’
retorted
Peggotty
,
looking
out
of
her
apron
.
‘
He
has
never
said
a
word
to
me
about
it
.
He
knows
better
.
If
he
was
to
make
so
bold
as
say
a
word
to
me
,
I
should
slap
his
face
.
’
Her
own
was
as
red
as
ever
I
saw
it
,
or
any
other
face
,
I
think
;
but
she
only
covered
it
again
,
for
a
few
moments
at
a
time
,
when
she
was
taken
with
a
violent
fit
of
laughter
;
and
after
two
or
three
of
those
attacks
,
went
on
with
her
dinner
.
