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He
stood
between
them
,
looking
on
the
prostrate
girl
with
a
mixture
of
compassion
for
her
,
and
of
jealousy
of
her
holding
any
companionship
with
her
whom
he
loved
so
well
,
which
I
have
always
remembered
distinctly
.
They
both
spoke
as
if
she
were
ill
;
in
a
soft
,
suppressed
tone
that
was
plainly
heard
,
although
it
hardly
rose
above
a
whisper
.
‘
Better
there
than
here
,
’
said
a
third
voice
aloud
—
Martha
’
s
,
though
she
did
not
move
.
‘
No
one
knows
me
there
.
Everybody
knows
me
here
.
’
‘
What
will
she
do
there
?
’
inquired
Ham
.
She
lifted
up
her
head
,
and
looked
darkly
round
at
him
for
a
moment
;
then
laid
it
down
again
,
and
curved
her
right
arm
about
her
neck
,
as
a
woman
in
a
fever
,
or
in
an
agony
of
pain
from
a
shot
,
might
twist
herself
.
‘
She
will
try
to
do
well
,
’
said
little
Em
’
ly
.
‘
You
don
’
t
know
what
she
has
said
to
us
.
Does
he
—
do
they
—
aunt
?
’
Peggotty
shook
her
head
compassionately
.
‘
I
’
ll
try
,
’
said
Martha
,
‘
if
you
’
ll
help
me
away
.
I
never
can
do
worse
than
I
have
done
here
.
I
may
do
better
.
Oh
!
’
with
a
dreadful
shiver
,
‘
take
me
out
of
these
streets
,
where
the
whole
town
knows
me
from
a
child
!
’
As
Em
’
ly
held
out
her
hand
to
Ham
,
I
saw
him
put
in
it
a
little
canvas
bag
.
She
took
it
,
as
if
she
thought
it
were
her
purse
,
and
made
a
step
or
two
forward
;
but
finding
her
mistake
,
came
back
to
where
he
had
retired
near
me
,
and
showed
it
to
him
.
‘
It
’
s
all
yourn
,
Em
’
ly
,
’
I
could
hear
him
say
.
‘
I
haven
’
t
nowt
in
all
the
wureld
that
ain
’
t
yourn
,
my
dear
.
It
ain
’
t
of
no
delight
to
me
,
except
for
you
!
’
