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‘
No
,
Dan
’
l
,
’
returned
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
whimpering
and
shaking
her
head
.
‘
If
I
felt
less
,
I
could
do
more
.
You
don
’
t
feel
like
me
,
Dan
’
l
;
thinks
don
’
t
go
contrary
with
you
,
nor
you
with
them
;
you
had
better
do
it
yourself
.
’
But
here
Peggotty
,
who
had
been
going
about
from
one
to
another
in
a
hurried
way
,
kissing
everybody
,
called
out
from
the
cart
,
in
which
we
all
were
by
this
time
(
Em
’
ly
and
I
on
two
little
chairs
,
side
by
side
)
,
that
Mrs
.
Gummidge
must
do
it
.
So
Mrs
.
Gummidge
did
it
;
and
,
I
am
sorry
to
relate
,
cast
a
damp
upon
the
festive
character
of
our
departure
,
by
immediately
bursting
into
tears
,
and
sinking
subdued
into
the
arms
of
Ham
,
with
the
declaration
that
she
knowed
she
was
a
burden
,
and
had
better
be
carried
to
the
House
at
once
.
Which
I
really
thought
was
a
sensible
idea
,
that
Ham
might
have
acted
on
.
Away
we
went
,
however
,
on
our
holiday
excursion
;
and
the
first
thing
we
did
was
to
stop
at
a
church
,
where
Mr
.
Barkis
tied
the
horse
to
some
rails
,
and
went
in
with
Peggotty
,
leaving
little
Em
’
ly
and
me
alone
in
the
chaise
.
I
took
that
occasion
to
put
my
arm
round
Em
’
ly
’
s
waist
,
and
propose
that
as
I
was
going
away
so
very
soon
now
,
we
should
determine
to
be
very
affectionate
to
one
another
,
and
very
happy
,
all
day
.
Little
Em
’
ly
consenting
,
and
allowing
me
to
kiss
her
,
I
became
desperate
;
informing
her
,
I
recollect
,
that
I
never
could
love
another
,
and
that
I
was
prepared
to
shed
the
blood
of
anybody
who
should
aspire
to
her
affections
.
How
merry
little
Em
’
ly
made
herself
about
it
!
With
what
a
demure
assumption
of
being
immensely
older
and
wiser
than
I
,
the
fairy
little
woman
said
I
was
‘
a
silly
boy
’
;
and
then
laughed
so
charmingly
that
I
forgot
the
pain
of
being
called
by
that
disparaging
name
,
in
the
pleasure
of
looking
at
her
.
Mr
.
Barkis
and
Peggotty
were
a
good
while
in
the
church
,
but
came
out
at
last
,
and
then
we
drove
away
into
the
country
.
As
we
were
going
along
,
Mr
.
Barkis
turned
to
me
,
and
said
,
with
a
wink
,
—
by
the
by
,
I
should
hardly
have
thought
,
before
,
that
he
could
wink
:
‘
What
name
was
it
as
I
wrote
up
in
the
cart
?
’
‘
Clara
Peggotty
,
’
I
answered
.
‘
What
name
would
it
be
as
I
should
write
up
now
,
if
there
was
a
tilt
here
?
’
‘
Clara
Peggotty
,
again
?
’
I
suggested
.
