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‘
Ba
—
a
—
ah
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
with
a
perfect
shake
on
the
contemptuous
interjection
.
And
corked
herself
as
before
.
Really
—
really
—
as
Mr
.
Chillip
told
my
mother
,
he
was
almost
shocked
;
speaking
in
a
professional
point
of
view
alone
,
he
was
almost
shocked
.
But
he
sat
and
looked
at
her
,
notwithstanding
,
for
nearly
two
hours
,
as
she
sat
looking
at
the
fire
,
until
he
was
again
called
out
.
After
another
absence
,
he
again
returned
.
‘
Well
?
’
said
my
aunt
,
taking
out
the
cotton
on
that
side
again
.
‘
Well
,
ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Chillip
,
‘
we
are
—
we
are
progressing
slowly
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
Ya
—
a
—
ah
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
With
such
a
snarl
at
him
,
that
Mr
.
Chillip
absolutely
could
not
bear
it
.
It
was
really
calculated
to
break
his
spirit
,
he
said
afterwards
.
He
preferred
to
go
and
sit
upon
the
stairs
,
in
the
dark
and
a
strong
draught
,
until
he
was
again
sent
for
.
Ham
Peggotty
,
who
went
to
the
national
school
,
and
was
a
very
dragon
at
his
catechism
,
and
who
may
therefore
be
regarded
as
a
credible
witness
,
reported
next
day
,
that
happening
to
peep
in
at
the
parlour
-
door
an
hour
after
this
,
he
was
instantly
descried
by
Miss
Betsey
,
then
walking
to
and
fro
in
a
state
of
agitation
,
and
pounced
upon
before
he
could
make
his
escape
.
That
there
were
now
occasional
sounds
of
feet
and
voices
overhead
which
he
inferred
the
cotton
did
not
exclude
,
from
the
circumstance
of
his
evidently
being
clutched
by
the
lady
as
a
victim
on
whom
to
expend
her
superabundant
agitation
when
the
sounds
were
loudest
.
That
,
marching
him
constantly
up
and
down
by
the
collar
(
as
if
he
had
been
taking
too
much
laudanum
)
,
she
,
at
those
times
,
shook
him
,
rumpled
his
hair
,
made
light
of
his
linen
,
stopped
his
ears
as
if
she
confounded
them
with
her
own
,
and
otherwise
tousled
and
maltreated
him
.
This
was
in
part
confirmed
by
his
aunt
,
who
saw
him
at
half
past
twelve
o
’
clock
,
soon
after
his
release
,
and
affirmed
that
he
was
then
as
red
as
I
was
.
The
mild
Mr
.
Chillip
could
not
possibly
bear
malice
at
such
a
time
,
if
at
any
time
.
He
sidled
into
the
parlour
as
soon
as
he
was
at
liberty
,
and
said
to
my
aunt
in
his
meekest
manner
:
‘
Well
,
ma
’
am
,
I
am
happy
to
congratulate
you
.
’
‘
What
upon
?
’
said
my
aunt
,
sharply
.
