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I
gave
him
my
hand
.
After
a
moment
of
suspense
,
I
went
and
kissed
my
mother
:
she
kissed
me
,
patted
me
gently
on
the
shoulder
,
and
sat
down
again
to
her
work
I
could
not
look
at
her
,
I
could
not
look
at
him
,
I
knew
quite
well
that
he
was
looking
at
us
both
;
and
I
turned
to
the
window
and
looked
out
there
,
at
some
shrubs
that
were
drooping
their
heads
in
the
cold
.
As
soon
as
I
could
creep
away
,
I
crept
upstairs
.
My
old
dear
bedroom
was
changed
,
and
I
was
to
lie
a
long
way
off
.
I
rambled
downstairs
to
find
anything
that
was
like
itself
,
so
altered
it
all
seemed
;
and
roamed
into
the
yard
.
I
very
soon
started
back
from
there
,
for
the
empty
dog
-
kennel
was
filled
up
with
a
great
dog
—
deep
mouthed
and
black
-
haired
like
Him
—
and
he
was
very
angry
at
the
sight
of
me
,
and
sprang
out
to
get
at
me
.
If
the
room
to
which
my
bed
was
removed
were
a
sentient
thing
that
could
give
evidence
,
I
might
appeal
to
it
at
this
day
—
who
sleeps
there
now
,
I
wonder
!
—
to
bear
witness
for
me
what
a
heavy
heart
I
carried
to
it
.
I
went
up
there
,
hearing
the
dog
in
the
yard
bark
after
me
all
the
way
while
I
climbed
the
stairs
;
and
,
looking
as
blank
and
strange
upon
the
room
as
the
room
looked
upon
me
,
sat
down
with
my
small
hands
crossed
,
and
thought
.
I
thought
of
the
oddest
things
.
Of
the
shape
of
the
room
,
of
the
cracks
in
the
ceiling
,
of
the
paper
on
the
walls
,
of
the
flaws
in
the
window
-
glass
making
ripples
and
dimples
on
the
prospect
,
of
the
washing
-
stand
being
rickety
on
its
three
legs
,
and
having
a
discontented
something
about
it
,
which
reminded
me
of
Mrs
.
Gummidge
under
the
influence
of
the
old
one
.
I
was
crying
all
the
time
,
but
,
except
that
I
was
conscious
of
being
cold
and
dejected
,
I
am
sure
I
never
thought
why
I
cried
.
At
last
in
my
desolation
I
began
to
consider
that
I
was
dreadfully
in
love
with
little
Em
’
ly
,
and
had
been
torn
away
from
her
to
come
here
where
no
one
seemed
to
want
me
,
or
to
care
about
me
,
half
as
much
as
she
did
.
This
made
such
a
very
miserable
piece
of
business
of
it
,
that
I
rolled
myself
up
in
a
corner
of
the
counterpane
,
and
cried
myself
to
sleep
.
I
was
awoke
by
somebody
saying
‘
Here
he
is
!
’
and
uncovering
my
hot
head
.
My
mother
and
Peggotty
had
come
to
look
for
me
,
and
it
was
one
of
them
who
had
done
it
.
‘
Davy
,
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
I
thought
it
was
very
strange
that
she
should
ask
me
,
and
answered
,
‘
Nothing
.
’
I
turned
over
on
my
face
,
I
recollect
,
to
hide
my
trembling
lip
,
which
answered
her
with
greater
truth
.
‘
Davy
,
’
said
my
mother
.
‘
Davy
,
my
child
!
’
I
dare
say
no
words
she
could
have
uttered
would
have
affected
me
so
much
,
then
,
as
her
calling
me
her
child
.
I
hid
my
tears
in
the
bedclothes
,
and
pressed
her
from
me
with
my
hand
,
when
she
would
have
raised
me
up
.
