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He
said
,
in
a
low
voice
,
‘
I
shouldn
’
t
feel
it
nat
’
ral
,
ma
’
am
,
to
sit
down
in
this
house
.
I
’
d
sooner
stand
.
’
And
this
was
succeeded
by
another
silence
,
which
she
broke
thus
:
‘
I
know
,
with
deep
regret
,
what
has
brought
you
here
.
What
do
you
want
of
me
?
What
do
you
ask
me
to
do
?
’
He
put
his
hat
under
his
arm
,
and
feeling
in
his
breast
for
Emily
’
s
letter
,
took
it
out
,
unfolded
it
,
and
gave
it
to
her
.
‘
Please
to
read
that
,
ma
’
am
.
That
’
s
my
niece
’
s
hand
!
’
She
read
it
,
in
the
same
stately
and
impassive
way
,
—
untouched
by
its
contents
,
as
far
as
I
could
see
,
—
and
returned
it
to
him
.
‘
“
Unless
he
brings
me
back
a
lady
,
”
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
tracing
out
that
part
with
his
finger
.
‘
I
come
to
know
,
ma
’
am
,
whether
he
will
keep
his
wured
?
’
‘
No
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
Why
not
?
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
It
is
impossible
.
He
would
disgrace
himself
.
You
cannot
fail
to
know
that
she
is
far
below
him
.
’
‘
Raise
her
up
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
She
is
uneducated
and
ignorant
.
’
