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‘
I
say
,
’
growled
Mr
.
Barkis
,
‘
it
was
all
right
.
’
I
looked
up
into
his
face
,
and
answered
,
with
an
attempt
to
be
very
profound
:
‘
Oh
!
’
‘
It
didn
’
t
come
to
a
end
there
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
nodding
confidentially
.
‘
It
was
all
right
.
’
Again
I
answered
,
‘
Oh
!
’
‘
You
know
who
was
willin
’
,
’
said
my
friend
.
‘
It
was
Barkis
,
and
Barkis
only
.
’
I
nodded
assent
.
‘
It
’
s
all
right
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
shaking
hands
;
‘
I
’
m
a
friend
of
your
’
n
.
You
made
it
all
right
,
first
.
It
’
s
all
right
.
’
In
his
attempts
to
be
particularly
lucid
,
Mr
.
Barkis
was
so
extremely
mysterious
,
that
I
might
have
stood
looking
in
his
face
for
an
hour
,
and
most
assuredly
should
have
got
as
much
information
out
of
it
as
out
of
the
face
of
a
clock
that
had
stopped
,
but
for
Peggotty
’
s
calling
me
away
.
As
we
were
going
along
,
she
asked
me
what
he
had
said
;
and
I
told
her
he
had
said
it
was
all
right
.
‘
Like
his
impudence
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
‘
but
I
don
’
t
mind
that
!
Davy
dear
,
what
should
you
think
if
I
was
to
think
of
being
married
?
’
‘
Why
—
I
suppose
you
would
like
me
as
much
then
,
Peggotty
,
as
you
do
now
?
’
I
returned
,
after
a
little
consideration
.
