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Mr
.
Dick
seemed
quite
frightened
.
‘
That
little
man
of
a
doctor
,
with
his
head
on
one
side
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
Jellips
,
or
whatever
his
name
was
,
what
was
he
about
?
All
he
could
do
,
was
to
say
to
me
,
like
a
robin
redbreast
—
as
he
is
—
“
It
’
s
a
boy
.
”
A
boy
!
Yah
,
the
imbecility
of
the
whole
set
of
‘
em
!
’
The
heartiness
of
the
ejaculation
startled
Mr
.
Dick
exceedingly
;
and
me
,
too
,
if
I
am
to
tell
the
truth
.
‘
And
then
,
as
if
this
was
not
enough
,
and
she
had
not
stood
sufficiently
in
the
light
of
this
child
’
s
sister
,
Betsey
Trotwood
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
she
marries
a
second
time
—
goes
and
marries
a
Murderer
—
or
a
man
with
a
name
like
it
—
and
stands
in
THIS
child
’
s
light
!
And
the
natural
consequence
is
,
as
anybody
but
a
baby
might
have
foreseen
,
that
he
prowls
and
wanders
.
He
’
s
as
like
Cain
before
he
was
grown
up
,
as
he
can
be
.
’
Mr
.
Dick
looked
hard
at
me
,
as
if
to
identify
me
in
this
character
.
‘
And
then
there
’
s
that
woman
with
the
Pagan
name
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
that
Peggotty
,
she
goes
and
gets
married
next
.
Because
she
has
not
seen
enough
of
the
evil
attending
such
things
,
she
goes
and
gets
married
next
,
as
the
child
relates
.
I
only
hope
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
shaking
her
head
,
‘
that
her
husband
is
one
of
those
Poker
husbands
who
abound
in
the
newspapers
,
and
will
beat
her
well
with
one
.
’
I
could
not
bear
to
hear
my
old
nurse
so
decried
,
and
made
the
subject
of
such
a
wish
.
I
told
my
aunt
that
indeed
she
was
mistaken
.
That
Peggotty
was
the
best
,
the
truest
,
the
most
faithful
,
most
devoted
,
and
most
self
-
denying
friend
and
servant
in
the
world
;
who
had
ever
loved
me
dearly
,
who
had
ever
loved
my
mother
dearly
;
who
had
held
my
mother
’
s
dying
head
upon
her
arm
,
on
whose
face
my
mother
had
imprinted
her
last
grateful
kiss
.
And
my
remembrance
of
them
both
,
choking
me
,
I
broke
down
as
I
was
trying
to
say
that
her
home
was
my
home
,
and
that
all
she
had
was
mine
,
and
that
I
would
have
gone
to
her
for
shelter
,
but
for
her
humble
station
,
which
made
me
fear
that
I
might
bring
some
trouble
on
her
-
I
broke
down
,
I
say
,
as
I
was
trying
to
say
so
,
and
laid
my
face
in
my
hands
upon
the
table
.
‘
Well
,
well
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
the
child
is
right
to
stand
by
those
who
have
stood
by
him
—
Janet
!
Donkeys
!
’
I
thoroughly
believe
that
but
for
those
unfortunate
donkeys
,
we
should
have
come
to
a
good
understanding
;
for
my
aunt
had
laid
her
hand
on
my
shoulder
,
and
the
impulse
was
upon
me
,
thus
emboldened
,
to
embrace
her
and
beseech
her
protection
.
But
the
interruption
,
and
the
disorder
she
was
thrown
into
by
the
struggle
outside
,
put
an
end
to
all
softer
ideas
for
the
present
,
and
kept
my
aunt
indignantly
declaiming
to
Mr
.
