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‘
A
stranger
or
so
makes
an
agreeable
change
,
’
suggested
Peggotty
.
‘
A
very
agreeable
change
,
indeed
,
’
returned
my
mother
.
Peggotty
continuing
to
stand
motionless
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
and
my
mother
resuming
her
singing
,
I
fell
asleep
,
though
I
was
not
so
sound
asleep
but
that
I
could
hear
voices
,
without
hearing
what
they
said
.
When
I
half
awoke
from
this
uncomfortable
doze
,
I
found
Peggotty
and
my
mother
both
in
tears
,
and
both
talking
.
‘
Not
such
a
one
as
this
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
wouldn
’
t
have
liked
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
That
I
say
,
and
that
I
swear
!
’
‘
Good
Heavens
!
’
cried
my
mother
,
‘
you
’
ll
drive
me
mad
!
Was
ever
any
poor
girl
so
ill
-
used
by
her
servants
as
I
am
!
Why
do
I
do
myself
the
injustice
of
calling
myself
a
girl
?
Have
I
never
been
married
,
Peggotty
?
’
‘
God
knows
you
have
,
ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Peggotty
.
‘
Then
,
how
can
you
dare
,
’
said
my
mother
—
‘
you
know
I
don
’
t
mean
how
can
you
dare
,
Peggotty
,
but
how
can
you
have
the
heart
—
to
make
me
so
uncomfortable
and
say
such
bitter
things
to
me
,
when
you
are
well
aware
that
I
haven
’
t
,
out
of
this
place
,
a
single
friend
to
turn
to
?
’
‘
The
more
’
s
the
reason
,
’
returned
Peggotty
,
‘
for
saying
that
it
won
’
t
do
.
No
!
That
it
won
’
t
do
.
No
!
No
price
could
make
it
do
.
No
!
’
—
I
thought
Peggotty
would
have
thrown
the
candlestick
away
,
she
was
so
emphatic
with
it
.
‘
How
can
you
be
so
aggravating
,
’
said
my
mother
,
shedding
more
tears
than
before
,
‘
as
to
talk
in
such
an
unjust
manner
!
How
can
you
go
on
as
if
it
was
all
settled
and
arranged
,
Peggotty
,
when
I
tell
you
over
and
over
again
,
you
cruel
thing
,
that
beyond
the
commonest
civilities
nothing
has
passed
!
You
talk
of
admiration
.
What
am
I
to
do
?
If
people
are
so
silly
as
to
indulge
the
sentiment
,
is
it
my
fault
?
What
am
I
to
do
,
I
ask
you
?
Would
you
wish
me
to
shave
my
head
and
black
my
face
,
or
disfigure
myself
with
a
burn
,
or
a
scald
,
or
something
of
that
sort
?
I
dare
say
you
would
,
Peggotty
.
I
dare
say
you
’
d
quite
enjoy
it
.
’
Peggotty
seemed
to
take
this
aspersion
very
much
to
heart
,
I
thought
.
