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Mr
.
Peggotty
gave
his
head
another
toss
,
as
much
as
to
say
:
‘
Of
course
he
will
.
’
‘
He
is
such
a
speaker
,
’
I
pursued
,
‘
that
he
can
win
anybody
over
;
and
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
d
say
if
you
were
to
hear
him
sing
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
gave
his
head
another
toss
,
as
much
as
to
say
:
‘
I
have
no
doubt
of
it
.
’
‘
Then
,
he
’
s
such
a
generous
,
fine
,
noble
fellow
,
’
said
I
,
quite
carried
away
by
my
favourite
theme
,
‘
that
it
’
s
hardly
possible
to
give
him
as
much
praise
as
he
deserves
.
I
am
sure
I
can
never
feel
thankful
enough
for
the
generosity
with
which
he
has
protected
me
,
so
much
younger
and
lower
in
the
school
than
himself
.
’
I
was
running
on
,
very
fast
indeed
,
when
my
eyes
rested
on
little
Em
’
ly
’
s
face
,
which
was
bent
forward
over
the
table
,
listening
with
the
deepest
attention
,
her
breath
held
,
her
blue
eyes
sparkling
like
jewels
,
and
the
colour
mantling
in
her
cheeks
.
She
looked
so
extraordinarily
earnest
and
pretty
,
that
I
stopped
in
a
sort
of
wonder
;
and
they
all
observed
her
at
the
same
time
,
for
as
I
stopped
,
they
laughed
and
looked
at
her
.
‘
Em
’
ly
is
like
me
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
‘
and
would
like
to
see
him
.
’
Em
’
ly
was
confused
by
our
all
observing
her
,
and
hung
down
her
head
,
and
her
face
was
covered
with
blushes
.
Glancing
up
presently
through
her
stray
curls
,
and
seeing
that
we
were
all
looking
at
her
still
(
I
am
sure
I
,
for
one
,
could
have
looked
at
her
for
hours
)
,
she
ran
away
,
and
kept
away
till
it
was
nearly
bedtime
.
I
lay
down
in
the
old
little
bed
in
the
stern
of
the
boat
,
and
the
wind
came
moaning
on
across
the
flat
as
it
had
done
before
.
But
I
could
not
help
fancying
,
now
,
that
it
moaned
of
those
who
were
gone
;
and
instead
of
thinking
that
the
sea
might
rise
in
the
night
and
float
the
boat
away
,
I
thought
of
the
sea
that
had
risen
,
since
I
last
heard
those
sounds
,
and
drowned
my
happy
home
.
I
recollect
,
as
the
wind
and
water
began
to
sound
fainter
in
my
ears
,
putting
a
short
clause
into
my
prayers
,
petitioning
that
I
might
grow
up
to
marry
little
Em
’
ly
,
and
so
dropping
lovingly
asleep
.
The
days
passed
pretty
much
as
they
had
passed
before
,
except
—
it
was
a
great
exception
-
that
little
Em
’
ly
and
I
seldom
wandered
on
the
beach
now
.
She
had
tasks
to
learn
,
and
needle
-
work
to
do
;
and
was
absent
during
a
great
part
of
each
day
.
But
I
felt
that
we
should
not
have
had
those
old
wanderings
,
even
if
it
had
been
otherwise
.
