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‘
Every
night
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
as
reg
’
lar
as
the
night
comes
,
the
candle
must
be
stood
in
its
old
pane
of
glass
,
that
if
ever
she
should
see
it
,
it
may
seem
to
say
“
Come
back
,
my
child
,
come
back
!
”
If
ever
there
’
s
a
knock
,
Ham
(
partic
’
ler
a
soft
knock
)
,
arter
dark
,
at
your
aunt
’
s
door
,
doen
’
t
you
go
nigh
it
.
Let
it
be
her
—
not
you
—
that
sees
my
fallen
child
!
’
He
walked
a
little
in
front
of
us
,
and
kept
before
us
for
some
minutes
.
During
this
interval
,
I
glanced
at
Ham
again
,
and
observing
the
same
expression
on
his
face
,
and
his
eyes
still
directed
to
the
distant
light
,
I
touched
his
arm
.
Twice
I
called
him
by
his
name
,
in
the
tone
in
which
I
might
have
tried
to
rouse
a
sleeper
,
before
he
heeded
me
.
When
I
at
last
inquired
on
what
his
thoughts
were
so
bent
,
he
replied
:
‘
On
what
’
s
afore
me
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
;
and
over
yon
.
’
‘
On
the
life
before
you
,
do
you
mean
?
’
He
had
pointed
confusedly
out
to
sea
.
‘
Ay
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
.
I
doen
’
t
rightly
know
how
’
tis
,
but
from
over
yon
there
seemed
to
me
to
come
—
the
end
of
it
like
,
’
looking
at
me
as
if
he
were
waking
,
but
with
the
same
determined
face
.
‘
What
end
?
’
I
asked
,
possessed
by
my
former
fear
.
‘
I
doen
’
t
know
,
‘
he
said
,
thoughtfully
;
‘
I
was
calling
to
mind
that
the
beginning
of
it
all
did
take
place
here
—
and
then
the
end
come
.
But
it
’
s
gone
!
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
added
;
answering
,
as
I
think
,
my
look
;
‘
you
han
’
t
no
call
to
be
afeerd
of
me
:
but
I
’
m
kiender
muddled
;
I
don
’
t
fare
to
feel
no
matters
,
’
—
which
was
as
much
as
to
say
that
he
was
not
himself
,
and
quite
confounded
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
stopping
for
us
to
join
him
:
we
did
so
,
and
said
no
more
.
The
remembrance
of
this
,
in
connexion
with
my
former
thought
,
however
,
haunted
me
at
intervals
,
even
until
the
inexorable
end
came
at
its
appointed
time
.
We
insensibly
approached
the
old
boat
,
and
entered
.
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
no
longer
moping
in
her
especial
corner
,
was
busy
preparing
breakfast
.
She
took
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
hat
,
and
placed
his
seat
for
him
,
and
spoke
so
comfortably
and
softly
,
that
I
hardly
knew
her
.
‘
Dan
’
l
,
my
good
man
,
’
said
she
,
‘
you
must
eat
and
drink
,
and
keep
up
your
strength
,
for
without
it
you
’
ll
do
nowt
.
Try
,
that
’
s
a
dear
soul
!
An
if
I
disturb
you
with
my
clicketten
,
’
she
meant
her
chattering
,
‘
tell
me
so
,
Dan
’
l
,
and
I
won
’
t
.
’
