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‘
He
was
very
well
indeed
when
I
came
away
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
’
‘
There
’
s
a
friend
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
stretching
out
his
pipe
.
‘
There
’
s
a
friend
,
if
you
talk
of
friends
!
Why
,
Lord
love
my
heart
alive
,
if
it
ain
’
t
a
treat
to
look
at
him
!
’
‘
He
is
very
handsome
,
is
he
not
?
’
said
I
,
my
heart
warming
with
this
praise
.
‘
Handsome
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
He
stands
up
to
you
like
—
like
a
—
why
I
don
’
t
know
what
he
don
’
t
stand
up
to
you
like
.
He
’
s
so
bold
!
’
‘
Yes
!
That
’
s
just
his
character
,
’
said
I
.
‘
He
’
s
as
brave
as
a
lion
,
and
you
can
’
t
think
how
frank
he
is
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
’
‘
And
I
do
suppose
,
now
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
looking
at
me
through
the
smoke
of
his
pipe
,
‘
that
in
the
way
of
book
-
larning
he
’
d
take
the
wind
out
of
a
’
most
anything
.
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
I
,
delighted
;
‘
he
knows
everything
.
He
is
astonishingly
clever
.
’
‘
There
’
s
a
friend
!
’
murmured
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
a
grave
toss
of
his
head
.
‘
Nothing
seems
to
cost
him
any
trouble
,
’
said
I
.
‘
He
knows
a
task
if
he
only
looks
at
it
.
He
is
the
best
cricketer
you
ever
saw
.
He
will
give
you
almost
as
many
men
as
you
like
at
draughts
,
and
beat
you
easily
.
’
