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‘
It
was
pretty
far
in
the
night
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
‘
when
she
asked
me
for
some
drink
;
and
when
she
had
taken
it
,
gave
me
such
a
patient
smile
,
the
dear
!
—
so
beautiful
!
‘
Daybreak
had
come
,
and
the
sun
was
rising
,
when
she
said
to
me
,
how
kind
and
considerate
Mr
.
Copperfield
had
always
been
to
her
,
and
how
he
had
borne
with
her
,
and
told
her
,
when
she
doubted
herself
,
that
a
loving
heart
was
better
and
stronger
than
wisdom
,
and
that
he
was
a
happy
man
in
hers
.
“
Peggotty
,
my
dear
,
”
she
said
then
,
“
put
me
nearer
to
you
,
”
for
she
was
very
weak
“
Lay
your
good
arm
underneath
my
neck
,
”
she
said
,
“
and
turn
me
to
you
,
for
your
face
is
going
far
off
,
and
I
want
it
to
be
near
.
”
I
put
it
as
she
asked
;
and
oh
Davy
!
the
time
had
come
when
my
first
parting
words
to
you
were
true
—
when
she
was
glad
to
lay
her
poor
head
on
her
stupid
cross
old
Peggotty
’
s
arm
—
and
she
died
like
a
child
that
had
gone
to
sleep
!
’
Thus
ended
Peggotty
’
s
narration
.
From
the
moment
of
my
knowing
of
the
death
of
my
mother
,
the
idea
of
her
as
she
had
been
of
late
had
vanished
from
me
.
I
remembered
her
,
from
that
instant
,
only
as
the
young
mother
of
my
earliest
impressions
,
who
had
been
used
to
wind
her
bright
curls
round
and
round
her
finger
,
and
to
dance
with
me
at
twilight
in
the
parlour
.
What
Peggotty
had
told
me
now
,
was
so
far
from
bringing
me
back
to
the
later
period
,
that
it
rooted
the
earlier
image
in
my
mind
.
It
may
be
curious
,
but
it
is
true
.
In
her
death
she
winged
her
way
back
to
her
calm
untroubled
youth
,
and
cancelled
all
the
rest
.
The
mother
who
lay
in
the
grave
,
was
the
mother
of
my
infancy
;
the
little
creature
in
her
arms
,
was
myself
,
as
I
had
once
been
,
hushed
for
ever
on
her
bosom
.
The
first
act
of
business
Miss
Murdstone
performed
when
the
day
of
the
solemnity
was
over
,
and
light
was
freely
admitted
into
the
house
,
was
to
give
Peggotty
a
month
’
s
warning
.
Much
as
Peggotty
would
have
disliked
such
a
service
,
I
believe
she
would
have
retained
it
,
for
my
sake
,
in
preference
to
the
best
upon
earth
.
She
told
me
we
must
part
,
and
told
me
why
;
and
we
condoled
with
one
another
,
in
all
sincerity
.
As
to
me
or
my
future
,
not
a
word
was
said
,
or
a
step
taken
.
Happy
they
would
have
been
,
I
dare
say
,
if
they
could
have
dismissed
me
at
a
month
’
s
warning
too
.
I
mustered
courage
once
,
to
ask
Miss
Murdstone
when
I
was
going
back
to
school
;
and
she
answered
dryly
,
she
believed
I
was
not
going
back
at
all
.
I
was
told
nothing
more
.
I
was
very
anxious
to
know
what
was
going
to
be
done
with
me
,
and
so
was
Peggotty
;
but
neither
she
nor
I
could
pick
up
any
information
on
the
subject
.
There
was
one
change
in
my
condition
,
which
,
while
it
relieved
me
of
a
great
deal
of
present
uneasiness
,
might
have
made
me
,
if
I
had
been
capable
of
considering
it
closely
,
yet
more
uncomfortable
about
the
future
.
It
was
this
.
The
constraint
that
had
been
put
upon
me
,
was
quite
abandoned
.
I
was
so
far
from
being
required
to
keep
my
dull
post
in
the
parlour
,
that
on
several
occasions
,
when
I
took
my
seat
there
,
Miss
Murdstone
frowned
to
me
to
go
away
.
I
was
so
far
from
being
warned
off
from
Peggotty
’
s
society
,
that
,
provided
I
was
not
in
Mr
.
Murdstone
’
s
,
I
was
never
sought
out
or
inquired
for
.
At
first
I
was
in
daily
dread
of
his
taking
my
education
in
hand
again
,
or
of
Miss
Murdstone
’
s
devoting
herself
to
it
;
but
I
soon
began
to
think
that
such
fears
were
groundless
,
and
that
all
I
had
to
anticipate
was
neglect
.
I
do
not
conceive
that
this
discovery
gave
me
much
pain
then
.
I
was
still
giddy
with
the
shock
of
my
mother
’
s
death
,
and
in
a
kind
of
stunned
state
as
to
all
tributary
things
.
I
can
recollect
,
indeed
,
to
have
speculated
,
at
odd
times
,
on
the
possibility
of
my
not
being
taught
any
more
,
or
cared
for
any
more
;
and
growing
up
to
be
a
shabby
,
moody
man
,
lounging
an
idle
life
away
,
about
the
village
;
as
well
as
on
the
feasibility
of
my
getting
rid
of
this
picture
by
going
away
somewhere
,
like
the
hero
in
a
story
,
to
seek
my
fortune
:
but
these
were
transient
visions
,
daydreams
I
sat
looking
at
sometimes
,
as
if
they
were
faintly
painted
or
written
on
the
wall
of
my
room
,
and
which
,
as
they
melted
away
,
left
the
wall
blank
again
.
