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‘
Good
night
!
’
said
I
.
‘
Come
!
Let
us
be
the
best
friends
in
the
world
!
’
said
the
gentleman
,
laughing
.
‘
Shake
hands
!
’
My
right
hand
was
in
my
mother
’
s
left
,
so
I
gave
him
the
other
.
‘
Why
,
that
’
s
the
Wrong
hand
,
Davy
!
’
laughed
the
gentleman
.
My
mother
drew
my
right
hand
forward
,
but
I
was
resolved
,
for
my
former
reason
,
not
to
give
it
him
,
and
I
did
not
.
I
gave
him
the
other
,
and
he
shook
it
heartily
,
and
said
I
was
a
brave
fellow
,
and
went
away
.
At
this
minute
I
see
him
turn
round
in
the
garden
,
and
give
us
a
last
look
with
his
ill
-
omened
black
eyes
,
before
the
door
was
shut
.
Peggotty
,
who
had
not
said
a
word
or
moved
a
finger
,
secured
the
fastenings
instantly
,
and
we
all
went
into
the
parlour
.
My
mother
,
contrary
to
her
usual
habit
,
instead
of
coming
to
the
elbow
-
chair
by
the
fire
,
remained
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
and
sat
singing
to
herself
.
-
‘
Hope
you
have
had
a
pleasant
evening
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
standing
as
stiff
as
a
barrel
in
the
centre
of
the
room
,
with
a
candlestick
in
her
hand
.
‘
Much
obliged
to
you
,
Peggotty
,
’
returned
my
mother
,
in
a
cheerful
voice
,
‘
I
have
had
a
VERY
pleasant
evening
.
’
