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‘
It
’
s
my
opinion
,
you
see
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
a
delighted
face
,
after
some
further
rubbing
of
his
legs
,
‘
as
this
is
along
of
my
havin
’
played
with
her
so
much
,
and
made
believe
as
we
was
Turks
,
and
French
,
and
sharks
,
and
every
wariety
of
forinners
—
bless
you
,
yes
;
and
lions
and
whales
,
and
I
doen
’
t
know
what
all
!
-
when
she
warn
’
t
no
higher
than
my
knee
.
I
’
ve
got
into
the
way
on
it
,
you
know
.
Why
,
this
here
candle
,
now
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
gleefully
holding
out
his
hand
towards
it
,
‘
I
know
wery
well
that
arter
she
’
s
married
and
gone
,
I
shall
put
that
candle
theer
,
just
the
same
as
now
.
I
know
wery
well
that
when
I
’
m
here
o
’
nights
(
and
where
else
should
I
live
,
bless
your
arts
,
whatever
fortun
’
I
come
into
!
)
and
she
ain
’
t
here
or
I
ain
’
t
theer
,
I
shall
put
the
candle
in
the
winder
,
and
sit
afore
the
fire
,
pretending
I
’
m
expecting
of
her
,
like
I
’
m
a
doing
now
.
THERE
’
S
a
babby
for
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
another
roar
,
‘
in
the
form
of
a
Sea
Porkypine
!
Why
,
at
the
present
minute
,
when
I
see
the
candle
sparkle
up
,
I
says
to
myself
,
“
She
’
s
a
looking
at
it
!
Em
’
ly
’
s
a
coming
!
”
THERE
’
S
a
babby
for
you
,
in
the
form
of
a
Sea
Porkypine
!
Right
for
all
that
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
stopping
in
his
roar
,
and
smiting
his
hands
together
;
‘
fur
here
she
is
!
’
It
was
only
Ham
.
The
night
should
have
turned
more
wet
since
I
came
in
,
for
he
had
a
large
sou
’
wester
hat
on
,
slouched
over
his
face
.
‘
Wheer
’
s
Em
’
ly
?
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
Ham
made
a
motion
with
his
head
,
as
if
she
were
outside
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
took
the
light
from
the
window
,
trimmed
it
,
put
it
on
the
table
,
and
was
busily
stirring
the
fire
,
when
Ham
,
who
had
not
moved
,
said
:
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
will
you
come
out
a
minute
,
and
see
what
Em
’
ly
and
me
has
got
to
show
you
?
’
We
went
out
.
As
I
passed
him
at
the
door
,
I
saw
,
to
my
astonishment
and
fright
,
that
he
was
deadly
pale
.
He
pushed
me
hastily
into
the
open
air
,
and
closed
the
door
upon
us
.
Only
upon
us
two
.
‘
Ham
!
what
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
—
—
’
Oh
,
for
his
broken
heart
,
how
dreadfully
he
wept
!
I
was
paralysed
by
the
sight
of
such
grief
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
thought
,
or
what
I
dreaded
.
I
could
only
look
at
him
.
