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Wild
and
full
of
childish
whims
as
Em
’
ly
was
,
she
was
more
of
a
little
woman
than
I
had
supposed
.
She
seemed
to
have
got
a
great
distance
away
from
me
,
in
little
more
than
a
year
.
She
liked
me
,
but
she
laughed
at
me
,
and
tormented
me
;
and
when
I
went
to
meet
her
,
stole
home
another
way
,
and
was
laughing
at
the
door
when
I
came
back
,
disappointed
.
The
best
times
were
when
she
sat
quietly
at
work
in
the
doorway
,
and
I
sat
on
the
wooden
step
at
her
feet
,
reading
to
her
.
It
seems
to
me
,
at
this
hour
,
that
I
have
never
seen
such
sunlight
as
on
those
bright
April
afternoons
;
that
I
have
never
seen
such
a
sunny
little
figure
as
I
used
to
see
,
sitting
in
the
doorway
of
the
old
boat
;
that
I
have
never
beheld
such
sky
,
such
water
,
such
glorified
ships
sailing
away
into
golden
air
.
On
the
very
first
evening
after
our
arrival
,
Mr
.
Barkis
appeared
in
an
exceedingly
vacant
and
awkward
condition
,
and
with
a
bundle
of
oranges
tied
up
in
a
handkerchief
.
As
he
made
no
allusion
of
any
kind
to
this
property
,
he
was
supposed
to
have
left
it
behind
him
by
accident
when
he
went
away
;
until
Ham
,
running
after
him
to
restore
it
,
came
back
with
the
information
that
it
was
intended
for
Peggotty
.
After
that
occasion
he
appeared
every
evening
at
exactly
the
same
hour
,
and
always
with
a
little
bundle
,
to
which
he
never
alluded
,
and
which
he
regularly
put
behind
the
door
and
left
there
.
These
offerings
of
affection
were
of
a
most
various
and
eccentric
description
.
Among
them
I
remember
a
double
set
of
pigs
’
trotters
,
a
huge
pin
-
cushion
,
half
a
bushel
or
so
of
apples
,
a
pair
of
jet
earrings
,
some
Spanish
onions
,
a
box
of
dominoes
,
a
canary
bird
and
cage
,
and
a
leg
of
pickled
pork
.
Mr
.
Barkis
’
s
wooing
,
as
I
remember
it
,
was
altogether
of
a
peculiar
kind
.
He
very
seldom
said
anything
;
but
would
sit
by
the
fire
in
much
the
same
attitude
as
he
sat
in
his
cart
,
and
stare
heavily
at
Peggotty
,
who
was
opposite
.
One
night
,
being
,
as
I
suppose
,
inspired
by
love
,
he
made
a
dart
at
the
bit
of
wax
-
candle
she
kept
for
her
thread
,
and
put
it
in
his
waistcoat
-
pocket
and
carried
it
off
.
After
that
,
his
great
delight
was
to
produce
it
when
it
was
wanted
,
sticking
to
the
lining
of
his
pocket
,
in
a
partially
melted
state
,
and
pocket
it
again
when
it
was
done
with
.
He
seemed
to
enjoy
himself
very
much
,
and
not
to
feel
at
all
called
upon
to
talk
.
Even
when
he
took
Peggotty
out
for
a
walk
on
the
flats
,
he
had
no
uneasiness
on
that
head
,
I
believe
;
contenting
himself
with
now
and
then
asking
her
if
she
was
pretty
comfortable
;
and
I
remember
that
sometimes
,
after
he
was
gone
,
Peggotty
would
throw
her
apron
over
her
face
,
and
laugh
for
half
-
an
-
hour
.
Indeed
,
we
were
all
more
or
less
amused
,
except
that
miserable
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
whose
courtship
would
appear
to
have
been
of
an
exactly
parallel
nature
,
she
was
so
continually
reminded
by
these
transactions
of
the
old
one
.
At
length
,
when
the
term
of
my
visit
was
nearly
expired
,
it
was
given
out
that
Peggotty
and
Mr
.
Barkis
were
going
to
make
a
day
’
s
holiday
together
,
and
that
little
Em
’
ly
and
I
were
to
accompany
them
.
I
had
but
a
broken
sleep
the
night
before
,
in
anticipation
of
the
pleasure
of
a
whole
day
with
Em
’
ly
.
We
were
all
astir
betimes
in
the
morning
;
and
while
we
were
yet
at
breakfast
,
Mr
.
Barkis
appeared
in
the
distance
,
driving
a
chaise
-
cart
towards
the
object
of
his
affections
.
Peggotty
was
dressed
as
usual
,
in
her
neat
and
quiet
mourning
;
but
Mr
.
Barkis
bloomed
in
a
new
blue
coat
,
of
which
the
tailor
had
given
him
such
good
measure
,
that
the
cuffs
would
have
rendered
gloves
unnecessary
in
the
coldest
weather
,
while
the
collar
was
so
high
that
it
pushed
his
hair
up
on
end
on
the
top
of
his
head
.
His
bright
buttons
,
too
,
were
of
the
largest
size
.
Rendered
complete
by
drab
pantaloons
and
a
buff
waistcoat
,
I
thought
Mr
.
Barkis
a
phenomenon
of
respectability
.
When
we
were
all
in
a
bustle
outside
the
door
,
I
found
that
Mr
.
Peggotty
was
prepared
with
an
old
shoe
,
which
was
to
be
thrown
after
us
for
luck
,
and
which
he
offered
to
Mrs
.
Gummidge
for
that
purpose
.
‘
No
.
It
had
better
be
done
by
somebody
else
,
Dan
’
l
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Gummidge
.
‘
I
’
m
a
lone
lorn
creetur
’
myself
,
and
everythink
that
reminds
me
of
creetur
’
s
that
ain
’
t
lone
and
lorn
,
goes
contrary
with
me
.
’
‘
Come
,
old
gal
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
Take
and
heave
it
.
’
