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‘
You
do
,
Peggotty
,
’
returned
my
mother
.
‘
You
never
do
anything
else
,
except
your
work
.
You
are
always
insinuating
.
You
revel
in
it
.
And
when
you
talk
of
Mr
.
Murdstone
’
s
good
intentions
—
—
’
‘
I
never
talked
of
‘
em
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
No
,
Peggotty
,
’
returned
my
mother
,
‘
but
you
insinuated
.
That
’
s
what
I
told
you
just
now
.
That
’
s
the
worst
of
you
.
You
WILL
insinuate
.
I
said
,
at
the
moment
,
that
I
understood
you
,
and
you
see
I
did
.
When
you
talk
of
Mr
.
Murdstone
’
s
good
intentions
,
and
pretend
to
slight
them
(
for
I
don
’
t
believe
you
really
do
,
in
your
heart
,
Peggotty
)
,
you
must
be
as
well
convinced
as
I
am
how
good
they
are
,
and
how
they
actuate
him
in
everything
.
If
he
seems
to
have
been
at
all
stern
with
a
certain
person
,
Peggotty
—
you
understand
,
and
so
I
am
sure
does
Davy
,
that
I
am
not
alluding
to
anybody
present
—
it
is
solely
because
he
is
satisfied
that
it
is
for
a
certain
person
’
s
benefit
.
He
naturally
loves
a
certain
person
,
on
my
account
;
and
acts
solely
for
a
certain
person
’
s
good
.
He
is
better
able
to
judge
of
it
than
I
am
;
for
I
very
well
know
that
I
am
a
weak
,
light
,
girlish
creature
,
and
that
he
is
a
firm
,
grave
,
serious
man
.
And
he
takes
,
’
said
my
mother
,
with
the
tears
which
were
engendered
in
her
affectionate
nature
,
stealing
down
her
face
,
‘
he
takes
great
pains
with
me
;
and
I
ought
to
be
very
thankful
to
him
,
and
very
submissive
to
him
even
in
my
thoughts
;
and
when
I
am
not
,
Peggotty
,
I
worry
and
condemn
myself
,
and
feel
doubtful
of
my
own
heart
,
and
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
’
Peggotty
sat
with
her
chin
on
the
foot
of
the
stocking
,
looking
silently
at
the
fire
.
‘
There
,
Peggotty
,
’
said
my
mother
,
changing
her
tone
,
‘
don
’
t
let
us
fall
out
with
one
another
,
for
I
couldn
’
t
bear
it
.
You
are
my
true
friend
,
I
know
,
if
I
have
any
in
the
world
.
When
I
call
you
a
ridiculous
creature
,
or
a
vexatious
thing
,
or
anything
of
that
sort
,
Peggotty
,
I
only
mean
that
you
are
my
true
friend
,
and
always
have
been
,
ever
since
the
night
when
Mr
.
Copperfield
first
brought
me
home
here
,
and
you
came
out
to
the
gate
to
meet
me
.
’
Peggotty
was
not
slow
to
respond
,
and
ratify
the
treaty
of
friendship
by
giving
me
one
of
her
best
hugs
.
I
think
I
had
some
glimpses
of
the
real
character
of
this
conversation
at
the
time
;
but
I
am
sure
,
now
,
that
the
good
creature
originated
it
,
and
took
her
part
in
it
,
merely
that
my
mother
might
comfort
herself
with
the
little
contradictory
summary
in
which
she
had
indulged
.
The
design
was
efficacious
;
for
I
remember
that
my
mother
seemed
more
at
ease
during
the
rest
of
the
evening
,
and
that
Peggotty
observed
her
less
.
When
we
had
had
our
tea
,
and
the
ashes
were
thrown
up
,
and
the
candles
snuffed
,
I
read
Peggotty
a
chapter
out
of
the
Crocodile
Book
,
in
remembrance
of
old
times
—
she
took
it
out
of
her
pocket
:
I
don
’
t
know
whether
she
had
kept
it
there
ever
since
—
and
then
we
talked
about
Salem
House
,
which
brought
me
round
again
to
Steerforth
,
who
was
my
great
subject
.
We
were
very
happy
;
and
that
evening
,
as
the
last
of
its
race
,
and
destined
evermore
to
close
that
volume
of
my
life
,
will
never
pass
out
of
my
memory
.
It
was
almost
ten
o
’
clock
before
we
heard
the
sound
of
wheels
.
We
all
got
up
then
;
and
my
mother
said
hurriedly
that
,
as
it
was
so
late
,
and
Mr
.
and
Miss
Murdstone
approved
of
early
hours
for
young
people
,
perhaps
I
had
better
go
to
bed
.
I
kissed
her
,
and
went
upstairs
with
my
candle
directly
,
before
they
came
in
.
