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She
used
to
like
to
sit
alone
before
her
baby
came
,
and
then
she
cried
;
but
afterwards
she
used
to
sing
to
it
—
so
soft
,
that
I
once
thought
,
when
I
heard
her
,
it
was
like
a
voice
up
in
the
air
,
that
was
rising
away
.
‘
I
think
she
got
to
be
more
timid
,
and
more
frightened
-
like
,
of
late
;
and
that
a
hard
word
was
like
a
blow
to
her
.
But
she
was
always
the
same
to
me
.
She
never
changed
to
her
foolish
Peggotty
,
didn
’
t
my
sweet
girl
.
’
Here
Peggotty
stopped
,
and
softly
beat
upon
my
hand
a
little
while
.
‘
The
last
time
that
I
saw
her
like
her
own
old
self
,
was
the
night
when
you
came
home
,
my
dear
.
The
day
you
went
away
,
she
said
to
me
,
“
I
never
shall
see
my
pretty
darling
again
.
Something
tells
me
so
,
that
tells
the
truth
,
I
know
.
”
‘
She
tried
to
hold
up
after
that
;
and
many
a
time
,
when
they
told
her
she
was
thoughtless
and
light
-
hearted
,
made
believe
to
be
so
;
but
it
was
all
a
bygone
then
.
She
never
told
her
husband
what
she
had
told
me
—
she
was
afraid
of
saying
it
to
anybody
else
—
till
one
night
,
a
little
more
than
a
week
before
it
happened
,
when
she
said
to
him
:
“
My
dear
,
I
think
I
am
dying
.
”
‘
“
It
’
s
off
my
mind
now
,
Peggotty
,
”
she
told
me
,
when
I
laid
her
in
her
bed
that
night
.
“
He
will
believe
it
more
and
more
,
poor
fellow
,
every
day
for
a
few
days
to
come
;
and
then
it
will
be
past
.
I
am
very
tired
.
If
this
is
sleep
,
sit
by
me
while
I
sleep
:
don
’
t
leave
me
.
God
bless
both
my
children
!
God
protect
and
keep
my
fatherless
boy
!
”
‘
I
never
left
her
afterwards
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
She
often
talked
to
them
two
downstairs
—
for
she
loved
them
;
she
couldn
’
t
bear
not
to
love
anyone
who
was
about
her
—
but
when
they
went
away
from
her
bed
-
side
,
she
always
turned
to
me
,
as
if
there
was
rest
where
Peggotty
was
,
and
never
fell
asleep
in
any
other
way
.
‘
On
the
last
night
,
in
the
evening
,
she
kissed
me
,
and
said
:
“
If
my
baby
should
die
too
,
Peggotty
,
please
let
them
lay
him
in
my
arms
,
and
bury
us
together
.
”
(
It
was
done
;
for
the
poor
lamb
lived
but
a
day
beyond
her
.
)
“
Let
my
dearest
boy
go
with
us
to
our
resting
-
place
,
”
she
said
,
“
and
tell
him
that
his
mother
,
when
she
lay
here
,
blessed
him
not
once
,
but
a
thousand
times
.
”
’
Another
silence
followed
this
,
and
another
gentle
beating
on
my
hand
.
