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’
I
couldn
’
t
quite
understand
why
Peggotty
looked
so
queer
,
or
why
she
was
so
ready
to
go
back
to
the
crocodiles
.
However
,
we
returned
to
those
monsters
,
with
fresh
wakefulness
on
my
part
,
and
we
left
their
eggs
in
the
sand
for
the
sun
to
hatch
;
and
we
ran
away
from
them
,
and
baffled
them
by
constantly
turning
,
which
they
were
unable
to
do
quickly
,
on
account
of
their
unwieldy
make
;
and
we
went
into
the
water
after
them
,
as
natives
,
and
put
sharp
pieces
of
timber
down
their
throats
;
and
in
short
we
ran
the
whole
crocodile
gauntlet
.
I
did
,
at
least
;
but
I
had
my
doubts
of
Peggotty
,
who
was
thoughtfully
sticking
her
needle
into
various
parts
of
her
face
and
arms
,
all
the
time
.
We
had
exhausted
the
crocodiles
,
and
begun
with
the
alligators
,
when
the
garden
-
bell
rang
.
We
went
out
to
the
door
;
and
there
was
my
mother
,
looking
unusually
pretty
,
I
thought
,
and
with
her
a
gentleman
with
beautiful
black
hair
and
whiskers
,
who
had
walked
home
with
us
from
church
last
Sunday
.
As
my
mother
stooped
down
on
the
threshold
to
take
me
in
her
arms
and
kiss
me
,
the
gentleman
said
I
was
a
more
highly
privileged
little
fellow
than
a
monarch
—
or
something
like
that
;
for
my
later
understanding
comes
,
I
am
sensible
,
to
my
aid
here
.
‘
What
does
that
mean
?
’
I
asked
him
,
over
her
shoulder
.
He
patted
me
on
the
head
;
but
somehow
,
I
didn
’
t
like
him
or
his
deep
voice
,
and
I
was
jealous
that
his
hand
should
touch
my
mother
’
s
in
touching
me
—
which
it
did
.
I
put
it
away
,
as
well
as
I
could
.
‘
Oh
,
Davy
!
’
remonstrated
my
mother
.
‘
Dear
boy
!
’
said
the
gentleman
.
‘
I
cannot
wonder
at
his
devotion
!
’
I
never
saw
such
a
beautiful
colour
on
my
mother
’
s
face
before
.
She
gently
chid
me
for
being
rude
;
and
,
keeping
me
close
to
her
shawl
,
turned
to
thank
the
gentleman
for
taking
so
much
trouble
as
to
bring
her
home
.
She
put
out
her
hand
to
him
as
she
spoke
,
and
,
as
he
met
it
with
his
own
,
she
glanced
,
I
thought
,
at
me
.
‘
Let
us
say
“
good
night
”
,
my
fine
boy
,
’
said
the
gentleman
,
when
he
had
bent
his
head
—
I
saw
him
!
—
over
my
mother
’
s
little
glove
.
