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‘
It
was
never
bewitching
,
’
she
said
,
laughing
.
‘
It
never
could
have
been
bewitching
,
Davy
.
Now
I
know
it
wasn
’
t
!
’
‘
Yes
,
it
was
.
“
Bewitching
Mrs
.
Copperfield
”
,
’
I
repeated
stoutly
.
‘
And
,
“
pretty
.
”
’
‘
No
,
no
,
it
was
never
pretty
.
Not
pretty
,
’
interposed
my
mother
,
laying
her
fingers
on
my
lips
again
.
‘
Yes
it
was
.
“
Pretty
little
widow
.
”
’
‘
What
foolish
,
impudent
creatures
!
’
cried
my
mother
,
laughing
and
covering
her
face
.
‘
What
ridiculous
men
!
An
’
t
they
?
Davy
dear
—
—
’
‘
Well
,
Ma
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
tell
Peggotty
;
she
might
be
angry
with
them
.
I
am
dreadfully
angry
with
them
myself
;
but
I
would
rather
Peggotty
didn
’
t
know
.
’
I
promised
,
of
course
;
and
we
kissed
one
another
over
and
over
again
,
and
I
soon
fell
fast
asleep
.
It
seems
to
me
,
at
this
distance
of
time
,
as
if
it
were
the
next
day
when
Peggotty
broached
the
striking
and
adventurous
proposition
I
am
about
to
mention
;
but
it
was
probably
about
two
months
afterwards
.
