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I
remarked
that
my
mother
,
though
she
smiled
when
Peggotty
looked
at
her
,
became
more
serious
and
thoughtful
.
I
had
seen
at
first
that
she
was
changed
.
Her
face
was
very
pretty
still
,
but
it
looked
careworn
,
and
too
delicate
;
and
her
hand
was
so
thin
and
white
that
it
seemed
to
me
to
be
almost
transparent
.
But
the
change
to
which
I
now
refer
was
superadded
to
this
:
it
was
in
her
manner
,
which
became
anxious
and
fluttered
.
At
last
she
said
,
putting
out
her
hand
,
and
laying
it
affectionately
on
the
hand
of
her
old
servant
,
‘
Peggotty
,
dear
,
you
are
not
going
to
be
married
?
’
‘
Me
,
ma
’
am
?
’
returned
Peggotty
,
staring
.
‘
Lord
bless
you
,
no
!
’
‘
Not
just
yet
?
’
said
my
mother
,
tenderly
.
‘
Never
!
’
cried
Peggotty
.
My
mother
took
her
hand
,
and
said
:
‘
Don
’
t
leave
me
,
Peggotty
.
Stay
with
me
.
It
will
not
be
for
long
,
perhaps
.
What
should
I
ever
do
without
you
!
’
‘
Me
leave
you
,
my
precious
!
’
cried
Peggotty
.
‘
Not
for
all
the
world
and
his
wife
.
Why
,
what
’
s
put
that
in
your
silly
little
head
?
’
—
For
Peggotty
had
been
used
of
old
to
talk
to
my
mother
sometimes
like
a
child
.
But
my
mother
made
no
answer
,
except
to
thank
her
,
and
Peggotty
went
running
on
in
her
own
fashion
.
‘
Me
leave
you
?
I
think
I
see
myself
.
Peggotty
go
away
from
you
?
I
should
like
to
catch
her
at
it
!
No
,
no
,
no
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
shaking
her
head
,
and
folding
her
arms
;
‘
not
she
,
my
dear
.
