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‘
And
SHE
.
How
is
SHE
?
’
said
my
aunt
,
sharply
.
Mr
.
Chillip
laid
his
head
a
little
more
on
one
side
,
and
looked
at
my
aunt
like
an
amiable
bird
.
‘
The
baby
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
How
is
she
?
’
‘
Ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Chillip
,
‘
I
apprehended
you
had
known
.
It
’
s
a
boy
.
’
My
aunt
said
never
a
word
,
but
took
her
bonnet
by
the
strings
,
in
the
manner
of
a
sling
,
aimed
a
blow
at
Mr
.
Chillip
’
s
head
with
it
,
put
it
on
bent
,
walked
out
,
and
never
came
back
She
vanished
like
a
discontented
fairy
;
or
like
one
of
those
supernatural
beings
,
whom
it
was
popularly
supposed
I
was
entitled
to
see
;
and
never
came
back
any
more
.
No
.
I
lay
in
my
basket
,
and
my
mother
lay
in
her
bed
;
but
Betsey
Trotwood
Copperfield
was
for
ever
in
the
land
of
dreams
and
shadows
,
the
tremendous
region
whence
I
had
so
lately
travelled
;
and
the
light
upon
the
window
of
our
room
shone
out
upon
the
earthly
bourne
of
all
such
travellers
,
and
the
mound
above
the
ashes
and
the
dust
that
once
was
he
,
without
whom
I
had
never
been
.
The
first
objects
that
assume
a
distinct
presence
before
me
,
as
I
look
far
back
,
into
the
blank
of
my
infancy
,
are
my
mother
with
her
pretty
hair
and
youthful
shape
,
and
Peggotty
with
no
shape
at
all
,
and
eyes
so
dark
that
they
seemed
to
darken
their
whole
neighbourhood
in
her
face
,
and
cheeks
and
arms
so
hard
and
red
that
I
wondered
the
birds
didn
’
t
peck
her
in
preference
to
apples
.
I
believe
I
can
remember
these
two
at
a
little
distance
apart
,
dwarfed
to
my
sight
by
stooping
down
or
kneeling
on
the
floor
,
and
I
going
unsteadily
from
the
one
to
the
other
.
I
have
an
impression
on
my
mind
which
I
cannot
distinguish
from
actual
remembrance
,
of
the
touch
of
Peggotty
’
s
forefinger
as
she
used
to
hold
it
out
to
me
,
and
of
its
being
roughened
by
needlework
,
like
a
pocket
nutmeg
-
grater
.
This
may
be
fancy
,
though
I
think
the
memory
of
most
of
us
can
go
farther
back
into
such
times
than
many
of
us
suppose
;
just
as
I
believe
the
power
of
observation
in
numbers
of
very
young
children
to
be
quite
wonderful
for
its
closeness
and
accuracy
.
Indeed
,
I
think
that
most
grown
men
who
are
remarkable
in
this
respect
,
may
with
greater
propriety
be
said
not
to
have
lost
the
faculty
,
than
to
have
acquired
it
;
the
rather
,
as
I
generally
observe
such
men
to
retain
a
certain
freshness
,
and
gentleness
,
and
capacity
of
being
pleased
,
which
are
also
an
inheritance
they
have
preserved
from
their
childhood
.
