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‘
A
strange
chay
and
hosses
was
outside
town
,
this
morning
,
on
the
Norwich
road
,
a
’
most
afore
the
day
broke
,
’
Ham
went
on
.
‘
The
servant
went
to
it
,
and
come
from
it
,
and
went
to
it
again
.
When
he
went
to
it
again
,
Em
’
ly
was
nigh
him
.
The
t
’
other
was
inside
.
He
’
s
the
man
.
’
‘
For
the
Lord
’
s
love
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
falling
back
,
and
putting
out
his
hand
,
as
if
to
keep
off
what
he
dreaded
.
‘
Doen
’
t
tell
me
his
name
’
s
Steerforth
!
’
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
exclaimed
Ham
,
in
a
broken
voice
,
‘
it
ain
’
t
no
fault
of
yourn
—
and
I
am
far
from
laying
of
it
to
you
—
but
his
name
is
Steerforth
,
and
he
’
s
a
damned
villain
!
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
uttered
no
cry
,
and
shed
no
tear
,
and
moved
no
more
,
until
he
seemed
to
wake
again
,
all
at
once
,
and
pulled
down
his
rough
coat
from
its
peg
in
a
corner
.
‘
Bear
a
hand
with
this
!
I
’
m
struck
of
a
heap
,
and
can
’
t
do
it
,
’
he
said
,
impatiently
.
‘
Bear
a
hand
and
help
me
.
Well
!
’
when
somebody
had
done
so
.
‘
Now
give
me
that
theer
hat
!
’
Ham
asked
him
whither
he
was
going
.
‘
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
my
niece
.
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
my
Em
’
ly
.
I
’
m
a
going
,
first
,
to
stave
in
that
theer
boat
,
and
sink
it
where
I
would
have
drownded
him
,
as
I
’
m
a
living
soul
,
if
I
had
had
one
thought
of
what
was
in
him
!
As
he
sat
afore
me
,
’
he
said
,
wildly
,
holding
out
his
clenched
right
hand
,
‘
as
he
sat
afore
me
,
face
to
face
,
strike
me
down
dead
,
but
I
’
d
have
drownded
him
,
and
thought
it
right
!
—
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
my
niece
.
’
‘
Where
?
’
cried
Ham
,
interposing
himself
before
the
door
.
‘
Anywhere
!
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
my
niece
through
the
wureld
.
I
’
m
a
going
to
find
my
poor
niece
in
her
shame
,
and
bring
her
back
.
No
one
stop
me
!
I
tell
you
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
my
niece
!
’
‘
No
,
no
!
’
cried
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
coming
between
them
,
in
a
fit
of
crying
.
‘
No
,
no
,
Dan
’
l
,
not
as
you
are
now
.
Seek
her
in
a
little
while
,
my
lone
lorn
Dan
’
l
,
and
that
’
ll
be
but
right
!
but
not
as
you
are
now
.
Sit
ye
down
,
and
give
me
your
forgiveness
for
having
ever
been
a
worrit
to
you
,
Dan
’
l
—
what
have
my
contraries
ever
been
to
this
!
—
and
let
us
speak
a
word
about
them
times
when
she
was
first
an
orphan
,
and
when
Ham
was
too
,
and
when
I
was
a
poor
widder
woman
,
and
you
took
me
in
