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Now
,
all
the
time
I
had
been
on
my
visit
,
I
had
been
ungrateful
to
my
home
again
,
and
had
thought
little
or
nothing
about
it
.
But
I
was
no
sooner
turned
towards
it
,
than
my
reproachful
young
conscience
seemed
to
point
that
way
with
a
ready
finger
;
and
I
felt
,
all
the
more
for
the
sinking
of
my
spirits
,
that
it
was
my
nest
,
and
that
my
mother
was
my
comforter
and
friend
.
This
gained
upon
me
as
we
went
along
;
so
that
the
nearer
we
drew
,
the
more
familiar
the
objects
became
that
we
passed
,
the
more
excited
I
was
to
get
there
,
and
to
run
into
her
arms
.
But
Peggotty
,
instead
of
sharing
in
those
transports
,
tried
to
check
them
(
though
very
kindly
)
,
and
looked
confused
and
out
of
sorts
.
Blunderstone
Rookery
would
come
,
however
,
in
spite
of
her
,
when
the
carrier
’
s
horse
pleased
—
and
did
.
How
well
I
recollect
it
,
on
a
cold
grey
afternoon
,
with
a
dull
sky
,
threatening
rain
!
The
door
opened
,
and
I
looked
,
half
laughing
and
half
crying
in
my
pleasant
agitation
,
for
my
mother
.
It
was
not
she
,
but
a
strange
servant
.
‘
Why
,
Peggotty
!
’
I
said
,
ruefully
,
‘
isn
’
t
she
come
home
?
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
Master
Davy
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
She
’
s
come
home
.
Wait
a
bit
,
Master
Davy
,
and
I
’
ll
—
I
’
ll
tell
you
something
.
’
Between
her
agitation
,
and
her
natural
awkwardness
in
getting
out
of
the
cart
,
Peggotty
was
making
a
most
extraordinary
festoon
of
herself
,
but
I
felt
too
blank
and
strange
to
tell
her
so
.
When
she
had
got
down
,
she
took
me
by
the
hand
;
led
me
,
wondering
,
into
the
kitchen
;
and
shut
the
door
.
‘
Peggotty
!
’
said
I
,
quite
frightened
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
Nothing
’
s
the
matter
,
bless
you
,
Master
Davy
dear
!
’
she
answered
,
assuming
an
air
of
sprightliness
.
