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‘
Master
Davy
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
untying
her
bonnet
with
a
shaking
hand
,
and
speaking
in
a
breathless
sort
of
way
.
‘
What
do
you
think
?
You
have
got
a
Pa
!
’
I
trembled
,
and
turned
white
.
Something
—
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
or
how
—
connected
with
the
grave
in
the
churchyard
,
and
the
raising
of
the
dead
,
seemed
to
strike
me
like
an
unwholesome
wind
.
‘
A
new
one
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
‘
A
new
one
?
’
I
repeated
.
Peggotty
gave
a
gasp
,
as
if
she
were
swallowing
something
that
was
very
hard
,
and
,
putting
out
her
hand
,
said
:
‘
Come
and
see
him
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
want
to
see
him
.
’
-
‘
And
your
mama
,
’
said
Peggotty
.
I
ceased
to
draw
back
,
and
we
went
straight
to
the
best
parlour
,
where
she
left
me
.
On
one
side
of
the
fire
,
sat
my
mother
;
on
the
other
,
Mr
.
Murdstone
.
My
mother
dropped
her
work
,
and
arose
hurriedly
,
but
timidly
I
thought
.
‘
Now
,
Clara
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Murdstone
.
‘
Recollect
!
control
yourself
,
always
control
yourself
!
Davy
boy
,
how
do
you
do
?
’
