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‘
Don
’
t
you
think
you
are
afraid
of
the
sea
,
now
?
’
It
was
quiet
enough
to
reassure
me
,
but
I
have
no
doubt
if
I
had
seen
a
moderately
large
wave
come
tumbling
in
,
I
should
have
taken
to
my
heels
,
with
an
awful
recollection
of
her
drowned
relations
.
However
,
I
said
‘
No
,
’
and
I
added
,
‘
You
don
’
t
seem
to
be
either
,
though
you
say
you
are
,
’
—
for
she
was
walking
much
too
near
the
brink
of
a
sort
of
old
jetty
or
wooden
causeway
we
had
strolled
upon
,
and
I
was
afraid
of
her
falling
over
.
‘
I
’
m
not
afraid
in
this
way
,
’
said
little
Em
’
ly
.
‘
But
I
wake
when
it
blows
,
and
tremble
to
think
of
Uncle
Dan
and
Ham
and
believe
I
hear
‘
em
crying
out
for
help
.
That
’
s
why
I
should
like
so
much
to
be
a
lady
.
But
I
’
m
not
afraid
in
this
way
.
Not
a
bit
.
Look
here
!
’
She
started
from
my
side
,
and
ran
along
a
jagged
timber
which
protruded
from
the
place
we
stood
upon
,
and
overhung
the
deep
water
at
some
height
,
without
the
least
defence
.
The
incident
is
so
impressed
on
my
remembrance
,
that
if
I
were
a
draughtsman
I
could
draw
its
form
here
,
I
dare
say
,
accurately
as
it
was
that
day
,
and
little
Em
’
ly
springing
forward
to
her
destruction
(
as
it
appeared
to
me
)
,
with
a
look
that
I
have
never
forgotten
,
directed
far
out
to
sea
.
The
light
,
bold
,
fluttering
little
figure
turned
and
came
back
safe
to
me
,
and
I
soon
laughed
at
my
fears
,
and
at
the
cry
I
had
uttered
;
fruitlessly
in
any
case
,
for
there
was
no
one
near
.
But
there
have
been
times
since
,
in
my
manhood
,
many
times
there
have
been
,
when
I
have
thought
,
Is
it
possible
,
among
the
possibilities
of
hidden
things
,
that
in
the
sudden
rashness
of
the
child
and
her
wild
look
so
far
off
,
there
was
any
merciful
attraction
of
her
into
danger
,
any
tempting
her
towards
him
permitted
on
the
part
of
her
dead
father
,
that
her
life
might
have
a
chance
of
ending
that
day
?
There
has
been
a
time
since
when
I
have
wondered
whether
,
if
the
life
before
her
could
have
been
revealed
to
me
at
a
glance
,
and
so
revealed
as
that
a
child
could
fully
comprehend
it
,
and
if
her
preservation
could
have
depended
on
a
motion
of
my
hand
,
I
ought
to
have
held
it
up
to
save
her
.
There
has
been
a
time
since
—
I
do
not
say
it
lasted
long
,
but
it
has
been
—
when
I
have
asked
myself
the
question
,
would
it
have
been
better
for
little
Em
’
ly
to
have
had
the
waters
close
above
her
head
that
morning
in
my
sight
;
and
when
I
have
answered
Yes
,
it
would
have
been
.
This
may
be
premature
.
I
have
set
it
down
too
soon
,
perhaps
.
But
let
it
stand
.
We
strolled
a
long
way
,
and
loaded
ourselves
with
things
that
we
thought
curious
,
and
put
some
stranded
starfish
carefully
back
into
the
water
—
I
hardly
know
enough
of
the
race
at
this
moment
to
be
quite
certain
whether
they
had
reason
to
feel
obliged
to
us
for
doing
so
,
or
the
reverse
—
and
then
made
our
way
home
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
dwelling
.
We
stopped
under
the
lee
of
the
lobster
-
outhouse
to
exchange
an
innocent
kiss
,
and
went
in
to
breakfast
glowing
with
health
and
pleasure
.
‘
Like
two
young
mavishes
,
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
said
.
I
knew
this
meant
,
in
our
local
dialect
,
like
two
young
thrushes
,
and
received
it
as
a
compliment
.
Of
course
I
was
in
love
with
little
Em
’
ly
.
I
am
sure
I
loved
that
baby
quite
as
truly
,
quite
as
tenderly
,
with
greater
purity
and
more
disinterestedness
,
than
can
enter
into
the
best
love
of
a
later
time
of
life
,
high
and
ennobling
as
it
is
.
I
am
sure
my
fancy
raised
up
something
round
that
blue
-
eyed
mite
of
a
child
,
which
etherealized
,
and
made
a
very
angel
of
her
.
If
,
any
sunny
forenoon
,
she
had
spread
a
little
pair
of
wings
and
flown
away
before
my
eyes
,
I
don
’
t
think
I
should
have
regarded
it
as
much
more
than
I
had
had
reason
to
expect
.
