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‘
And
my
dear
boy
,
’
cried
my
mother
,
coming
to
the
elbow
-
chair
in
which
I
was
,
and
caressing
me
,
‘
my
own
little
Davy
!
Is
it
to
be
hinted
to
me
that
I
am
wanting
in
affection
for
my
precious
treasure
,
the
dearest
little
fellow
that
ever
was
!
’
‘
Nobody
never
went
and
hinted
no
such
a
thing
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
You
did
,
Peggotty
!
’
returned
my
mother
.
‘
You
know
you
did
.
What
else
was
it
possible
to
infer
from
what
you
said
,
you
unkind
creature
,
when
you
know
as
well
as
I
do
,
that
on
his
account
only
last
quarter
I
wouldn
’
t
buy
myself
a
new
parasol
,
though
that
old
green
one
is
frayed
the
whole
way
up
,
and
the
fringe
is
perfectly
mangy
?
You
know
it
is
,
Peggotty
.
You
can
’
t
deny
it
.
’
Then
,
turning
affectionately
to
me
,
with
her
cheek
against
mine
,
‘
Am
I
a
naughty
mama
to
you
,
Davy
?
Am
I
a
nasty
,
cruel
,
selfish
,
bad
mama
?
Say
I
am
,
my
child
;
say
“
yes
”
,
dear
boy
,
and
Peggotty
will
love
you
;
and
Peggotty
’
s
love
is
a
great
deal
better
than
mine
,
Davy
.
I
don
’
t
love
you
at
all
,
do
I
?
’
At
this
,
we
all
fell
a
-
crying
together
.
I
think
I
was
the
loudest
of
the
party
,
but
I
am
sure
we
were
all
sincere
about
it
.
I
was
quite
heart
-
broken
myself
,
and
am
afraid
that
in
the
first
transports
of
wounded
tenderness
I
called
Peggotty
a
‘
Beast
’
.
That
honest
creature
was
in
deep
affliction
,
I
remember
,
and
must
have
become
quite
buttonless
on
the
occasion
;
for
a
little
volley
of
those
explosives
went
off
,
when
,
after
having
made
it
up
with
my
mother
,
she
kneeled
down
by
the
elbow
-
chair
,
and
made
it
up
with
me
.
We
went
to
bed
greatly
dejected
.
My
sobs
kept
waking
me
,
for
a
long
time
;
and
when
one
very
strong
sob
quite
hoisted
me
up
in
bed
,
I
found
my
mother
sitting
on
the
coverlet
,
and
leaning
over
me
.
I
fell
asleep
in
her
arms
,
after
that
,
and
slept
soundly
.
Whether
it
was
the
following
Sunday
when
I
saw
the
gentleman
again
,
or
whether
there
was
any
greater
lapse
of
time
before
he
reappeared
,
I
cannot
recall
.
I
don
’
t
profess
to
be
clear
about
dates
.
But
there
he
was
,
in
church
,
and
he
walked
home
with
us
afterwards
.
He
came
in
,
too
,
to
look
at
a
famous
geranium
we
had
,
in
the
parlour
-
window
.
It
did
not
appear
to
me
that
he
took
much
notice
of
it
,
but
before
he
went
he
asked
my
mother
to
give
him
a
bit
of
the
blossom
.
She
begged
him
to
choose
it
for
himself
,
but
he
refused
to
do
that
—
I
could
not
understand
why
—
so
she
plucked
it
for
him
,
and
gave
it
into
his
hand
.
He
said
he
would
never
,
never
part
with
it
any
more
;
and
I
thought
he
must
be
quite
a
fool
not
to
know
that
it
would
fall
to
pieces
in
a
day
or
two
.
Peggotty
began
to
be
less
with
us
,
of
an
evening
,
than
she
had
always
been
.
My
mother
deferred
to
her
very
much
—
more
than
usual
,
it
occurred
to
me
—
and
we
were
all
three
excellent
friends
;
still
we
were
different
from
what
we
used
to
be
,
and
were
not
so
comfortable
among
ourselves
.
Sometimes
I
fancied
that
Peggotty
perhaps
objected
to
my
mother
’
s
wearing
all
the
pretty
dresses
she
had
in
her
drawers
,
or
to
her
going
so
often
to
visit
at
that
neighbour
’
s
;
but
I
couldn
’
t
,
to
my
satisfaction
,
make
out
how
it
was
.
Gradually
,
I
became
used
to
seeing
the
gentleman
with
the
black
whiskers
.
I
liked
him
no
better
than
at
first
,
and
had
the
same
uneasy
jealousy
of
him
;
but
if
I
had
any
reason
for
it
beyond
a
child
’
s
instinctive
dislike
,
and
a
general
idea
that
Peggotty
and
I
could
make
much
of
my
mother
without
any
help
,
it
certainly
was
not
THE
reason
that
I
might
have
found
if
I
had
been
older
.
No
such
thing
came
into
my
mind
,
or
near
it
.
I
could
observe
,
in
little
pieces
,
as
it
were
;
but
as
to
making
a
net
of
a
number
of
these
pieces
,
and
catching
anybody
in
it
,
that
was
,
as
yet
,
beyond
me
.
