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‘
It
is
certainly
very
cold
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
Everybody
must
feel
it
so
.
’
‘
I
feel
it
more
than
other
people
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Gummidge
.
So
at
dinner
;
when
Mrs
.
Gummidge
was
always
helped
immediately
after
me
,
to
whom
the
preference
was
given
as
a
visitor
of
distinction
.
The
fish
were
small
and
bony
,
and
the
potatoes
were
a
little
burnt
.
We
all
acknowledged
that
we
felt
this
something
of
a
disappointment
;
but
Mrs
.
Gummidge
said
she
felt
it
more
than
we
did
,
and
shed
tears
again
,
and
made
that
former
declaration
with
great
bitterness
.
Accordingly
,
when
Mr
.
Peggotty
came
home
about
nine
o
’
clock
,
this
unfortunate
Mrs
.
Gummidge
was
knitting
in
her
corner
,
in
a
very
wretched
and
miserable
condition
.
Peggotty
had
been
working
cheerfully
.
Ham
had
been
patching
up
a
great
pair
of
waterboots
;
and
I
,
with
little
Em
’
ly
by
my
side
,
had
been
reading
to
them
.
Mrs
.
Gummidge
had
never
made
any
other
remark
than
a
forlorn
sigh
,
and
had
never
raised
her
eyes
since
tea
.
‘
Well
,
Mates
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
taking
his
seat
,
‘
and
how
are
you
?
’
We
all
said
something
,
or
looked
something
,
to
welcome
him
,
except
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
who
only
shook
her
head
over
her
knitting
.
‘
What
’
s
amiss
?
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
a
clap
of
his
hands
.
‘
Cheer
up
,
old
Mawther
!
’
(
Mr
.
Peggotty
meant
old
girl
.
)
Mrs
.
Gummidge
did
not
appear
to
be
able
to
cheer
up
.
She
took
out
an
old
black
silk
handkerchief
and
wiped
her
eyes
;
but
instead
of
putting
it
in
her
pocket
,
kept
it
out
,
and
wiped
them
again
,
and
still
kept
it
out
,
ready
for
use
.
‘
What
’
s
amiss
,
dame
?
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
