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‘
Well
,
my
life
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
giving
me
a
squeeze
,
‘
I
have
thought
of
it
night
and
day
,
every
way
I
can
,
and
I
hope
the
right
way
;
but
I
’
ll
think
of
it
again
,
and
speak
to
my
brother
about
it
,
and
in
the
meantime
we
’
ll
keep
it
to
ourselves
,
Davy
,
you
and
me
.
Barkis
is
a
good
plain
creature
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
‘
and
if
I
tried
to
do
my
duty
by
him
,
I
think
it
would
be
my
fault
if
I
wasn
’
t
—
if
I
wasn
’
t
pretty
comfortable
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
laughing
heartily
.
This
quotation
from
Mr
.
Barkis
was
so
appropriate
,
and
tickled
us
both
so
much
,
that
we
laughed
again
and
again
,
and
were
quite
in
a
pleasant
humour
when
we
came
within
view
of
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
cottage
.
It
looked
just
the
same
,
except
that
it
may
,
perhaps
,
have
shrunk
a
little
in
my
eyes
;
and
Mrs
.
Gummidge
was
waiting
at
the
door
as
if
she
had
stood
there
ever
since
.
All
within
was
the
same
,
down
to
the
seaweed
in
the
blue
mug
in
my
bedroom
.
I
went
into
the
out
-
house
to
look
about
me
;
and
the
very
same
lobsters
,
crabs
,
and
crawfish
possessed
by
the
same
desire
to
pinch
the
world
in
general
,
appeared
to
be
in
the
same
state
of
conglomeration
in
the
same
old
corner
.
But
there
was
no
little
Em
’
ly
to
be
seen
,
so
I
asked
Mr
.
Peggotty
where
she
was
.
‘
She
’
s
at
school
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
wiping
the
heat
consequent
on
the
porterage
of
Peggotty
’
s
box
from
his
forehead
;
‘
she
’
ll
be
home
,
’
looking
at
the
Dutch
clock
,
‘
in
from
twenty
minutes
to
half
-
an
-
hour
’
s
time
.
We
all
on
us
feel
the
loss
of
her
,
bless
ye
!
’
Mrs
.
Gummidge
moaned
.
‘
Cheer
up
,
Mawther
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
I
feel
it
more
than
anybody
else
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Gummidge
;
‘
I
’
m
a
lone
lorn
creetur
’
,
and
she
used
to
be
a
’
most
the
only
thing
that
didn
’
t
go
contrary
with
me
.
’
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
whimpering
and
shaking
her
head
,
applied
herself
to
blowing
the
fire
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
looking
round
upon
us
while
she
was
so
engaged
,
said
in
a
low
voice
,
which
he
shaded
with
his
hand
:
‘
The
old
‘
un
!
’
From
this
I
rightly
conjectured
that
no
improvement
had
taken
place
since
my
last
visit
in
the
state
of
Mrs
.
Gummidge
’
s
spirits
.
Now
,
the
whole
place
was
,
or
it
should
have
been
,
quite
as
delightful
a
place
as
ever
;
and
yet
it
did
not
impress
me
in
the
same
way
.
I
felt
rather
disappointed
with
it
.
