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‘
She
warn
’
t
no
higher
than
you
was
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
—
when
you
first
come
—
when
I
thought
what
she
’
d
grow
up
to
be
.
I
see
her
grown
up
-
gent
’
lmen
—
like
a
flower
.
I
’
d
lay
down
my
life
for
her
—
Mas
’
r
Davy
—
Oh
!
most
content
and
cheerful
!
She
’
s
more
to
me
—
gent
’
lmen
-
than
—
she
’
s
all
to
me
that
ever
I
can
want
,
and
more
than
ever
I
—
than
ever
I
could
say
.
I
—
I
love
her
true
.
There
ain
’
t
a
gent
’
lman
in
all
the
land
—
nor
yet
sailing
upon
all
the
sea
—
that
can
love
his
lady
more
than
I
love
her
,
though
there
’
s
many
a
common
man
—
would
say
better
—
what
he
meant
.
’
I
thought
it
affecting
to
see
such
a
sturdy
fellow
as
Ham
was
now
,
trembling
in
the
strength
of
what
he
felt
for
the
pretty
little
creature
who
had
won
his
heart
.
I
thought
the
simple
confidence
reposed
in
us
by
Mr
.
Peggotty
and
by
himself
,
was
,
in
itself
,
affecting
.
I
was
affected
by
the
story
altogether
.
How
far
my
emotions
were
influenced
by
the
recollections
of
my
childhood
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
Whether
I
had
come
there
with
any
lingering
fancy
that
I
was
still
to
love
little
Em
’
ly
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
know
that
I
was
filled
with
pleasure
by
all
this
;
but
,
at
first
,
with
an
indescribably
sensitive
pleasure
,
that
a
very
little
would
have
changed
to
pain
.
Therefore
,
if
it
had
depended
upon
me
to
touch
the
prevailing
chord
among
them
with
any
skill
,
I
should
have
made
a
poor
hand
of
it
.
But
it
depended
upon
Steerforth
;
and
he
did
it
with
such
address
,
that
in
a
few
minutes
we
were
all
as
easy
and
as
happy
as
it
was
possible
to
be
.
‘
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
’
he
said
,
‘
you
are
a
thoroughly
good
fellow
,
and
deserve
to
be
as
happy
as
you
are
tonight
.
My
hand
upon
it
!
Ham
,
I
give
you
joy
,
my
boy
.
My
hand
upon
that
,
too
!
Daisy
,
stir
the
fire
,
and
make
it
a
brisk
one
!
and
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
unless
you
can
induce
your
gentle
niece
to
come
back
(
for
whom
I
vacate
this
seat
in
the
corner
)
,
I
shall
go
.
Any
gap
at
your
fireside
on
such
a
night
—
such
a
gap
least
of
all
—
I
wouldn
’
t
make
,
for
the
wealth
of
the
Indies
!
’
So
Mr
.
Peggotty
went
into
my
old
room
to
fetch
little
Em
’
ly
.
At
first
little
Em
’
ly
didn
’
t
like
to
come
,
and
then
Ham
went
.
Presently
they
brought
her
to
the
fireside
,
very
much
confused
,
and
very
shy
,
—
but
she
soon
became
more
assured
when
she
found
how
gently
and
respectfully
Steerforth
spoke
to
her
;
how
skilfully
he
avoided
anything
that
would
embarrass
her
;
how
he
talked
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
of
boats
,
and
ships
,
and
tides
,
and
fish
;
how
he
referred
to
me
about
the
time
when
he
had
seen
Mr
.
Peggotty
at
Salem
House
;
how
delighted
he
was
with
the
boat
and
all
belonging
to
it
;
how
lightly
and
easily
he
carried
on
,
until
he
brought
us
,
by
degrees
,
into
a
charmed
circle
,
and
we
were
all
talking
away
without
any
reserve
.
Em
’
ly
,
indeed
,
said
little
all
the
evening
;
but
she
looked
,
and
listened
,
and
her
face
got
animated
,
and
she
was
charming
.
Steerforth
told
a
story
of
a
dismal
shipwreck
(
which
arose
out
of
his
talk
with
Mr
.
Peggotty
)
,
as
if
he
saw
it
all
before
him
—
and
little
Em
’
ly
’
s
eyes
were
fastened
on
him
all
the
time
,
as
if
she
saw
it
too
.
He
told
us
a
merry
adventure
of
his
own
,
as
a
relief
to
that
,
with
as
much
gaiety
as
if
the
narrative
were
as
fresh
to
him
as
it
was
to
us
—
and
little
Em
’
ly
laughed
until
the
boat
rang
with
the
musical
sounds
,
and
we
all
laughed
(
Steerforth
too
)
,
in
irresistible
sympathy
with
what
was
so
pleasant
and
light
-
hearted
.
He
got
Mr
.
Peggotty
to
sing
,
or
rather
to
roar
,
‘
When
the
stormy
winds
do
blow
,
do
blow
,
do
blow
’
;
and
he
sang
a
sailor
’
s
song
himself
,
so
pathetically
and
beautifully
,
that
I
could
have
almost
fancied
that
the
real
wind
creeping
sorrowfully
round
the
house
,
and
murmuring
low
through
our
unbroken
silence
,
was
there
to
listen
.
As
to
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
he
roused
that
victim
of
despondency
with
a
success
never
attained
by
anyone
else
(
so
Mr
.
Peggotty
informed
me
)
,
since
the
decease
of
the
old
one
.
He
left
her
so
little
leisure
for
being
miserable
,
that
she
said
next
day
she
thought
she
must
have
been
bewitched
.
But
he
set
up
no
monopoly
of
the
general
attention
,
or
the
conversation
.
When
little
Em
’
ly
grew
more
courageous
,
and
talked
(
but
still
bashfully
)
across
the
fire
to
me
,
of
our
old
wanderings
upon
the
beach
,
to
pick
up
shells
and
pebbles
;
and
when
I
asked
her
if
she
recollected
how
I
used
to
be
devoted
to
her
;
and
when
we
both
laughed
and
reddened
,
casting
these
looks
back
on
the
pleasant
old
times
,
so
unreal
to
look
at
now
;
he
was
silent
and
attentive
,
and
observed
us
thoughtfully
.
She
sat
,
at
this
time
,
and
all
the
evening
,
on
the
old
locker
in
her
old
little
corner
by
the
fire
—
Ham
beside
her
,
where
I
used
to
sit
.
I
could
not
satisfy
myself
whether
it
was
in
her
own
little
tormenting
way
,
or
in
a
maidenly
reserve
before
us
,
that
she
kept
quite
close
to
the
wall
,
and
away
from
him
;
but
I
observed
that
she
did
so
,
all
the
evening
.
As
I
remember
,
it
was
almost
midnight
when
we
took
our
leave
.
We
had
had
some
biscuit
and
dried
fish
for
supper
,
and
Steerforth
had
produced
from
his
pocket
a
full
flask
of
Hollands
,
which
we
men
(
I
may
say
we
men
,
now
,
without
a
blush
)
had
emptied
.
We
parted
merrily
;
and
as
they
all
stood
crowded
round
the
door
to
light
us
as
far
as
they
could
upon
our
road
,
I
saw
the
sweet
blue
eyes
of
little
Em
’
ly
peeping
after
us
,
from
behind
Ham
,
and
heard
her
soft
voice
calling
to
us
to
be
careful
how
we
went
.
