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Peggotty
had
an
angry
answer
ready
,
I
could
see
;
but
she
swallowed
it
for
my
sake
,
and
remained
silent
.
‘
Humph
!
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
still
keeping
her
eye
on
the
pickles
;
‘
it
is
of
more
importance
than
anything
else
—
it
is
of
paramount
importance
—
that
my
brother
should
not
be
disturbed
or
made
uncomfortable
.
I
suppose
I
had
better
say
yes
.
’
I
thanked
her
,
without
making
any
demonstration
of
joy
,
lest
it
should
induce
her
to
withdraw
her
assent
.
Nor
could
I
help
thinking
this
a
prudent
course
,
since
she
looked
at
me
out
of
the
pickle
-
jar
,
with
as
great
an
access
of
sourness
as
if
her
black
eyes
had
absorbed
its
contents
.
However
,
the
permission
was
given
,
and
was
never
retracted
;
for
when
the
month
was
out
,
Peggotty
and
I
were
ready
to
depart
.
Mr
.
Barkis
came
into
the
house
for
Peggotty
’
s
boxes
.
I
had
never
known
him
to
pass
the
garden
-
gate
before
,
but
on
this
occasion
he
came
into
the
house
.
And
he
gave
me
a
look
as
he
shouldered
the
largest
box
and
went
out
,
which
I
thought
had
meaning
in
it
,
if
meaning
could
ever
be
said
to
find
its
way
into
Mr
.
Barkis
’
s
visage
.
Peggotty
was
naturally
in
low
spirits
at
leaving
what
had
been
her
home
so
many
years
,
and
where
the
two
strong
attachments
of
her
life
—
for
my
mother
and
myself
—
had
been
formed
.
She
had
been
walking
in
the
churchyard
,
too
,
very
early
;
and
she
got
into
the
cart
,
and
sat
in
it
with
her
handkerchief
at
her
eyes
.
So
long
as
she
remained
in
this
condition
,
Mr
.
Barkis
gave
no
sign
of
life
whatever
.
He
sat
in
his
usual
place
and
attitude
like
a
great
stuffed
figure
.
But
when
she
began
to
look
about
her
,
and
to
speak
to
me
,
he
nodded
his
head
and
grinned
several
times
.
I
have
not
the
least
notion
at
whom
,
or
what
he
meant
by
it
.
‘
It
’
s
a
beautiful
day
,
Mr
.
Barkis
!
’
I
said
,
as
an
act
of
politeness
.
‘
It
ain
’
t
bad
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
who
generally
qualified
his
speech
,
and
rarely
committed
himself
.
‘
Peggotty
is
quite
comfortable
now
,
Mr
.
Barkis
,
’
I
remarked
,
for
his
satisfaction
.
