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Ham
carrying
me
on
his
back
and
a
small
box
of
ours
under
his
arm
,
and
Peggotty
carrying
another
small
box
of
ours
,
we
turned
down
lanes
bestrewn
with
bits
of
chips
and
little
hillocks
of
sand
,
and
went
past
gas
-
works
,
rope
-
walks
,
boat
-
builders
’
yards
,
shipwrights
’
yards
,
ship
-
breakers
’
yards
,
caulkers
’
yards
,
riggers
’
lofts
,
smiths
’
forges
,
and
a
great
litter
of
such
places
,
until
we
came
out
upon
the
dull
waste
I
had
already
seen
at
a
distance
;
when
Ham
said
,
‘
Yon
’
s
our
house
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
’
I
looked
in
all
directions
,
as
far
as
I
could
stare
over
the
wilderness
,
and
away
at
the
sea
,
and
away
at
the
river
,
but
no
house
could
I
make
out
.
There
was
a
black
barge
,
or
some
other
kind
of
superannuated
boat
,
not
far
off
,
high
and
dry
on
the
ground
,
with
an
iron
funnel
sticking
out
of
it
for
a
chimney
and
smoking
very
cosily
;
but
nothing
else
in
the
way
of
a
habitation
that
was
visible
to
me
.
‘
That
’
s
not
it
?
’
said
I
.
‘
That
ship
-
looking
thing
?
’
‘
That
’
s
it
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
returned
Ham
.
If
it
had
been
Aladdin
’
s
palace
,
roc
’
s
egg
and
all
,
I
suppose
I
could
not
have
been
more
charmed
with
the
romantic
idea
of
living
in
it
.
There
was
a
delightful
door
cut
in
the
side
,
and
it
was
roofed
in
,
and
there
were
little
windows
in
it
;
but
the
wonderful
charm
of
it
was
,
that
it
was
a
real
boat
which
had
no
doubt
been
upon
the
water
hundreds
of
times
,
and
which
had
never
been
intended
to
be
lived
in
,
on
dry
land
.
That
was
the
captivation
of
it
to
me
.
If
it
had
ever
been
meant
to
be
lived
in
,
I
might
have
thought
it
small
,
or
inconvenient
,
or
lonely
;
but
never
having
been
designed
for
any
such
use
,
it
became
a
perfect
abode
.
It
was
beautifully
clean
inside
,
and
as
tidy
as
possible
.
There
was
a
table
,
and
a
Dutch
clock
,
and
a
chest
of
drawers
,
and
on
the
chest
of
drawers
there
was
a
tea
-
tray
with
a
painting
on
it
of
a
lady
with
a
parasol
,
taking
a
walk
with
a
military
-
looking
child
who
was
trundling
a
hoop
.
The
tray
was
kept
from
tumbling
down
,
by
a
bible
;
and
the
tray
,
if
it
had
tumbled
down
,
would
have
smashed
a
quantity
of
cups
and
saucers
and
a
teapot
that
were
grouped
around
the
book
.
On
the
walls
there
were
some
common
coloured
pictures
,
framed
and
glazed
,
of
scripture
subjects
;
such
as
I
have
never
seen
since
in
the
hands
of
pedlars
,
without
seeing
the
whole
interior
of
Peggotty
’
s
brother
’
s
house
again
,
at
one
view
.
Abraham
in
red
going
to
sacrifice
Isaac
in
blue
,
and
Daniel
in
yellow
cast
into
a
den
of
green
lions
,
were
the
most
prominent
of
these
.
Over
the
little
mantelshelf
,
was
a
picture
of
the
‘
Sarah
Jane
’
lugger
,
built
at
Sunderland
,
with
a
real
little
wooden
stern
stuck
on
to
it
;
a
work
of
art
,
combining
composition
with
carpentry
,
which
I
considered
to
be
one
of
the
most
enviable
possessions
that
the
world
could
afford
.
There
were
some
hooks
in
the
beams
of
the
ceiling
,
the
use
of
which
I
did
not
divine
then
;
and
some
lockers
and
boxes
and
conveniences
of
that
sort
,
which
served
for
seats
and
eked
out
the
chairs
.
All
this
I
saw
in
the
first
glance
after
I
crossed
the
threshold
—
child
-
like
,
according
to
my
theory
—
and
then
Peggotty
opened
a
little
door
and
showed
me
my
bedroom
.
It
was
the
completest
and
most
desirable
bedroom
ever
seen
—
in
the
stern
of
the
vessel
;
with
a
little
window
,
where
the
rudder
used
to
go
through
;
a
little
looking
-
glass
,
just
the
right
height
for
me
,
nailed
against
the
wall
,
and
framed
with
oyster
-
shells
;
a
little
bed
,
which
there
was
just
room
enough
to
get
into
;
and
a
nosegay
of
seaweed
in
a
blue
mug
on
the
table
.
The
walls
were
whitewashed
as
white
as
milk
,
and
the
patchwork
counterpane
made
my
eyes
quite
ache
with
its
brightness
.
One
thing
I
particularly
noticed
in
this
delightful
house
,
was
the
smell
of
fish
;
which
was
so
searching
,
that
when
I
took
out
my
pocket
-
handkerchief
to
wipe
my
nose
,
I
found
it
smelt
exactly
as
if
it
had
wrapped
up
a
lobster
.
