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Paul
’
s
and
the
bit
of
wax
-
candle
,
as
if
they
had
never
known
any
other
roof
.
Ham
,
who
had
been
giving
me
my
first
lesson
in
all
-
fours
,
was
trying
to
recollect
a
scheme
of
telling
fortunes
with
the
dirty
cards
,
and
was
printing
off
fishy
impressions
of
his
thumb
on
all
the
cards
he
turned
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
was
smoking
his
pipe
.
I
felt
it
was
a
time
for
conversation
and
confidence
.
‘
Mr
.
Peggotty
!
’
says
I
.
‘
Sir
,
’
says
he
.
‘
Did
you
give
your
son
the
name
of
Ham
,
because
you
lived
in
a
sort
of
ark
?
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
seemed
to
think
it
a
deep
idea
,
but
answered
:
‘
No
,
sir
.
I
never
giv
him
no
name
.
’
‘
Who
gave
him
that
name
,
then
?
’
said
I
,
putting
question
number
two
of
the
catechism
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
Why
,
sir
,
his
father
giv
it
him
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
I
thought
you
were
his
father
!
’
‘
My
brother
Joe
was
his
father
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
