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‘
Em
’
ly
’
s
in
the
right
in
that
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
’
said
Ham
.
‘
Lookee
here
!
As
Em
’
ly
wishes
of
it
,
and
as
she
’
s
hurried
and
frightened
,
like
,
besides
,
I
’
ll
leave
her
till
morning
.
Let
me
stay
too
!
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
You
doen
’
t
ought
—
a
married
man
like
you
—
or
what
’
s
as
good
—
to
take
and
hull
away
a
day
’
s
work
.
And
you
doen
’
t
ought
to
watch
and
work
both
.
That
won
’
t
do
.
You
go
home
and
turn
in
.
You
ain
’
t
afeerd
of
Em
’
ly
not
being
took
good
care
on
,
I
know
.
’
Ham
yielded
to
this
persuasion
,
and
took
his
hat
to
go
.
Even
when
he
kissed
her
.
—
and
I
never
saw
him
approach
her
,
but
I
felt
that
nature
had
given
him
the
soul
of
a
gentleman
—
she
seemed
to
cling
closer
to
her
uncle
,
even
to
the
avoidance
of
her
chosen
husband
.
I
shut
the
door
after
him
,
that
it
might
cause
no
disturbance
of
the
quiet
that
prevailed
;
and
when
I
turned
back
,
I
found
Mr
.
Peggotty
still
talking
to
her
.
‘
Now
,
I
’
m
a
going
upstairs
to
tell
your
aunt
as
Mas
’
r
Davy
’
s
here
,
and
that
’
ll
cheer
her
up
a
bit
,
’
he
said
.
‘
Sit
ye
down
by
the
fire
,
the
while
,
my
dear
,
and
warm
those
mortal
cold
hands
.
You
doen
’
t
need
to
be
so
fearsome
,
and
take
on
so
much
.
What
?
You
’
ll
go
along
with
me
?
—
Well
!
come
along
with
me
—
come
!
If
her
uncle
was
turned
out
of
house
and
home
,
and
forced
to
lay
down
in
a
dyke
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
no
less
pride
than
before
,
‘
it
’
s
my
belief
she
’
d
go
along
with
him
,
now
!
But
there
’
ll
be
someone
else
,
soon
,
—
someone
else
,
soon
,
Em
’
ly
!
’
Afterwards
,
when
I
went
upstairs
,
as
I
passed
the
door
of
my
little
chamber
,
which
was
dark
,
I
had
an
indistinct
impression
of
her
being
within
it
,
cast
down
upon
the
floor
.
But
,
whether
it
was
really
she
,
or
whether
it
was
a
confusion
of
the
shadows
in
the
room
,
I
don
’
t
know
now
.
I
had
leisure
to
think
,
before
the
kitchen
fire
,
of
pretty
little
Emily
’
s
dread
of
death
—
which
,
added
to
what
Mr
.
Omer
had
told
me
,
I
took
to
be
the
cause
of
her
being
so
unlike
herself
—
and
I
had
leisure
,
before
Peggotty
came
down
,
even
to
think
more
leniently
of
the
weakness
of
it
:
as
I
sat
counting
the
ticking
of
the
clock
,
and
deepening
my
sense
of
the
solemn
hush
around
me
.
Peggotty
took
me
in
her
arms
,
and
blessed
and
thanked
me
over
and
over
again
for
being
such
a
comfort
to
her
(
that
was
what
she
said
)
in
her
distress
.
She
then
entreated
me
to
come
upstairs
,
sobbing
that
Mr
.
Barkis
had
always
liked
me
and
admired
me
;
that
he
had
often
talked
of
me
,
before
he
fell
into
a
stupor
;
and
that
she
believed
,
in
case
of
his
coming
to
himself
again
,
he
would
brighten
up
at
sight
of
me
,
if
he
could
brighten
up
at
any
earthly
thing
.
The
probability
of
his
ever
doing
so
,
appeared
to
me
,
when
I
saw
him
,
to
be
very
small
.
He
was
lying
with
his
head
and
shoulders
out
of
bed
,
in
an
uncomfortable
attitude
,
half
resting
on
the
box
which
had
cost
him
so
much
pain
and
trouble
.
I
learned
,
that
,
when
he
was
past
creeping
out
of
bed
to
open
it
,
and
past
assuring
himself
of
its
safety
by
means
of
the
divining
rod
I
had
seen
him
use
,
he
had
required
to
have
it
placed
on
the
chair
at
the
bed
-
side
,
where
he
had
ever
since
embraced
it
,
night
and
day
.
His
arm
lay
on
it
now
.
Time
and
the
world
were
slipping
from
beneath
him
,
but
the
box
was
there
;
and
the
last
words
he
had
uttered
were
(
in
an
explanatory
tone
)
‘
Old
clothes
!
’
‘
Barkis
,
my
dear
!
’
said
Peggotty
,
almost
cheerfully
:
bending
over
him
,
while
her
brother
and
I
stood
at
the
bed
’
s
foot
.
‘
Here
’
s
my
dear
boy
—
my
dear
boy
,
Master
Davy
,
who
brought
us
together
,
Barkis
!
That
you
sent
messages
by
,
you
know
!
Won
’
t
you
speak
to
Master
Davy
?
’
He
was
as
mute
and
senseless
as
the
box
,
from
which
his
form
derived
the
only
expression
it
had
.
‘
He
’
s
a
going
out
with
the
tide
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
to
me
,
behind
his
hand
.
